Hope!

The windows are open,
But the doors are closed to me.
Treasures, precious and golden,
I am meant to only see.

You were my song, my life’s melody.
Now you’re just dirt under the carpet.
The wounds burned deep in me,
I can forgive, but not forget.

If I turned from every closed door,
I’d have nowhere to go.
I’d be flat on the floor
With no laurels to show.

Accursed love keeps me bound,
Infecting every breath, every heart beat.
But hope makes my world go round,
Hope keeps me standing on my feet.