Echoes of Hope
I have a little box
filled with many things,
the box looks wore and tattered,
the corners have curled up wings.

The box that holds memories
so precious and dear.
Like they were yesterday
so vivid, so clear.

Sometimes they blur
as I try to forget.
I push them away but
they won’t leave yet.

I carefully push the
contents aside,
Frantically searching,
where is it, why does it hide?

Then I see it ,
the key to my heart.
I feel the pain,
the cold stab of a dart.

We all have choices
and reasons abound,
my tears fall silent
there is no sound.

The tears don’t wash the
memories away,
but I do feel comfort
in each passing day.

I can’t live in the past
so I do as I should,
look to the future,
I can find the good.

With a gentle smile
upon my face,
the boxes cover,
I will replace.

But this time I take out
the key to my heart,
and place it in my pocket,
for a fresh new start.

We all have our choices and
reasons abound,
the silence is broken,
as echoes of hope are found.

Katie©
10/28/98