You drained my soul of everything alive.
With empty eyes & hollow words,
That poured into open wounds.
Miserable hours crawled into days.
Days dug their roots into months.
Months took flight from the depths of darkness
& caught wind of a year.
The diamonds of rock bottom glisten.
Call to hope which blossomed out of sad eyes.
Life, as it so often does, pulls on.
We dig, tooth and nail, out of the pits of despair
To catch just a lung-full of fresh, promising, air.
Alyssa Chaffee 