Hope

They say all scars heal

but I know mine never will

I have so many scars

visible and invisible

they will never go

 

Memories and reminders and comments

rip the scars open over and over

No, they won’t heal

but maybe the passage of time

will make them softer

like the waves of the sea when they

keep crashing on the shore

over and over

till the stones on the beach

become rounder and blunter.

 

Or maybe it’s your smile and

your kindness

your faith in me

you give me hope

to embrace the unknown and go on.

 

Yeah, you give me hope

that I can be whole again

all the pressure washed away in the low tide.

 

In my darkest moments

all the little things bring me hope

Yor smile, paint and clay

clouds in the sky,

petals and pens

and waves of the sea.

 

We spend our youth with arms

and hearts wide open and then

the dark of night announces the end of youth

dust settles on all those carefree times

 

But the little things can help us see

our way through,

all those little things,

all those fleeting moments

that you wished lasted longer.

 

I see it

the sparkle in your eyes

smiling back at me,

It gives me hope.