When vines took over
Everything stopped
Moving, breathing, existing
Only the strangling pain
The suffocation lingered in the air
Darkness descended
On eyes, soul, life
Without a shred of light
And no struggle whatsoever
Could unbind, unravel
The vines encircling the heart
In a vice like grip
Until, reaching out
A tiny hand in the dark
Pushed against the window
To outside, to remembrance, to freedom
And just a sight of that
Limitless eternity was enough
To tell the forgotten heart
The vines aren’t where you belong
Aren’t your happiness
And should you choose to fly
Wings await you to take off
Towards the infinite sky
For Hope is an amazing piece! The vines… the darkness… the infinite sky… those are the phrases I found wound together to fit so perfectly!! Well done
It just takes “a tiny hand” to break through despair, and the ending of the choice being one’s own, made this a great read for me.
This made my heart soar and rise, to the limitless sky!