Painful memories

On the brink of consciousness.
Light filtered through eyelids.
Squinting as you come back.
Back to the world of the misfortunate.

Luminescence dances across the floor.
Making its way through darkened spaces.
Crowding out the shadows.
Prowling around the edges.

Sleepiness hazes vision.
Groggy while becoming cognizant.
Reality taking over fiction.
While hopelessness finds its way back.

These darkened doors.
Hold too many memories.
This old cottage.
Contained so much happiness.

All has faded away.
Vanished from sight and sound.
Leaving instead misery.
Of what once was.

Far from civilization.
None to pry these memories.
None to glimpse,
The sorrows left behind.

Staring through painted glass.
The sense of loss far too great.
Too great to hold back tears.
Which soon turn into weeping.

Who is there to comfort?
Who can wipe away these tears?
How can happiness be replaced?
Amongst so much pain.

Life moves on its way.
Leaving behind its mark.
Light shimmers through the crevices.
A heart slowly begins to heal.

Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©