Shining Through the Cracks
Under shimmering silver starlight in a house boarded black,
he lies awake, shifting and straining, and turns onto his back.
In the darkness that surrounds him, silence is but a sound
reverberating deep inside the sheets where he is bound.
Regretful waves abound and drown his face in tears.
So simple seems tomorrow when night compounds the fears.
He opens tired eyelids to gaze upon the empty room
and sees nothing but the blackness, reflecting back his doom.
He pushes into the pillow that rests upon his bed,
hoping to transfer thoughts that languish in his head.
In soft, subtle rhythms anguish echoes across the floor.
He sits up in salvation, stunned by light beyond the door.
Could it be the starlight beaming purpose through the pane?
He sets his feet upon the surface, breaking through the chains
and walks with sacred purpose like the sea upon the sand.
Shining through the cracks, he reaches out a warming hand.
Beyond the the threshold barren, nothing but the waning moon
spilled upon a hallway where hope had come too soon.
He turned and soon departed back the way he came,
feeling what had filled him and what vacantly remained.
What hinted at salvation had been nothing more than lust,
and his squinted consternation turned from steel back to rust.
Returning to his bed, he lied down and wondered why
we all should have to suffer when all we do is try.
