Hope

A hand, pale, & cold,
Reaching into the gloomy night
Though you can't see her, there is a girl.
It is her hand blindly groping the empty space.
Before her is a heart, fluttering rapidly
Slowly it slips out of her grasp
Floating away through the frosty mist
Her eyes widen, pupils growing large
What was happening to her delicate heart?
Far beyond the frame is a boy
Nothing can be done as his hands open
Clean palms, bare skin, kind & gentle.
The heart has set sail for his coordinates
He is so warm, so restful, so comfy.
But the girl didn't know how it could have happened,
Locked away, far from view
Safe & sound was the heart, her heart.
The past few years had been so hard
Cold, hard, & sad years
Underneath it all, she was just scared
Soft & easily broken.
How could she have let it escape?
But the heart knows something she never knew.
It carries with it, a secret.
No matter how far that frozen hand may reach,
She has no control now.
All she can do is fall.
Perhaps she will be right & break upon impact
Or she will be wrong & that's the scariest part.
Maybe he will catch her.
That's the secret the heart carries.
Because beyond this picture,
There is hope.

Written: January 30th, 2012.