The Lantern

The cold, damp wind hisses

As it swings my lantern violently.

An unpredictable winter dance

Among bare branches trembling lifelessly.

My veins bear scars of this unplanned journey;

My skin scorched with each step that I take.

I do not know when or where this ends.

Only this poorly lit lantern will guide me.

I come across, on a frozen creek,

Vague reflections of clouds above.

It brings to me strong memories

Of a Life that I used to love.

She pointed to the sky one night

Whispering gently in my ear.

"You see those clouds, they too will pass

To let the moon shine bright".

Suddenly, I hear sparrows chirp;

I see weeds peek through the earth.

Is this the end of Winter's reign?

Or is this Hope's rebirth?

I sense a spark of strength in me

To carry on this wretched path.

I will, one day, return to Life.

This poorly lit lantern will guide me.