It’s just not fair, it ain’t right. How much I try, and yet it all falls flat.

She says it’s not the end, but is it even worth my while. I am wasting my precious spoons, after all, or will this time, it come to pass.

If history is any indication, it will be that way. but I don’t want it, no I don’t want it to sway towards dismay.

I’m done dismantling my heart, but I can’t help to think it’ll just be the same as before. The days of fire and terror. My heart is breaking, it hangs barely by the cold socket inside my chest.

Today was just a day, tomorrow’s yesterday, there’s still hope yet; but I’m not confident. I guess time will tell, we’ll have to wait a side.

The externality lost soul hangs her head in defeat, not wanting to be despondent, but she doesn’t know anything else. Her heart breaks at hope, but her little light shines to see it surpass.

See her eyes open, and glow up, if all turns out okay, see her shoulders turn up, and watch as a smile does begin to spread, for her little light was there from the start.

If all should come to surpass.
© Issy Wilson