when dreams
become like the shadows of a dying day-
and hopes
become like the rain washing fallen tears away-
how does one have a feeling of being complete?
when the heart
becomes like a sieve from all the hurt endured-
and the soul
becomes like a winter's endless night unfurled-
how can one truly feel whole?
when feelings
become like the air in which you breath-
and your eyes
become the beholders of what's unseen- -
tell me-
how can one ever truly believe
when what s given. . .
has brought not but grief?
~Candyce~
