I stand against the elements.
A haunted structure
Crushed by reality's weight.
Clouds of depression encroach from behind,
And seek to smother my dreams.
If eyes are windows to the soul
Mine are dull, despairing of hope.
My heart's entrance is barred
By ghosts of lovers past.
Its approach treacherous and full of ruts.
Grass does not grow here.
No flowers burst forth with color.
Skeletal trees landscape my life.
But when clouds part -
Even gnarled branches touch the sky.
No structure is completely sound,
And cracks inhabit this facade.
Inside its hoary partitions,
I fight to break free.
There must be more to life than this.
Now...bewitched by Hope-born courage
My bony framework shifts.
Like any small creature,
My soul makes its escape
Through impossible holes.
