in the lonely hours,
in the dead of night when we’re left with memories
too painful to comprehend
& we’re led to believe that this is the end
or that there is no end.
no end to the fight
no path that leads us to the light
that we so desperately seek
we slow dance to the notion that there’s more to this life than pain
whilst our hearts are trapped in locks & chains.
the morning birds sing our victory song,
& the chimes remind us that we belong.
we ache with uncertainty that this is all there is
until we remember we have something stronger
something inside us,
among the maps of constellations that lead to somewhere, anywhere
there’s that spark of hope we find in despair
when pushed to our limits
we find in our hearts
our human spirit.

- emily rose.