Hope Shattered Not...

From this window,

I see children playing,

and their laughter fills the air - happy,

Soon... that will be me out there,

thinking of the promises made,

a smile long gone, now carved.

"Chances are that you'll be getting out of here in no time"

I heard them say,

Those comforting words, those reassuring promises,

are the things that I live by.

Maybe things are not as bad as I thought,

maybe it will get better.. a lot better..

and the breeze of summer air now offers something different -- hope..

But it gets a little too warm now,

From all those sunshine,

and I try to shade it off - futile,

and then reality knocks,

parts of me are now no longer mine,

on myself I have no control,

bounded by this chair,

en-caged in this room,

and dreaming I still     dare?

I wonder,

Maybe the warmth of summer can lit up this hope,

and keeps it burning,

though inside it starts dimming,

because the light of summer can sometimes be blinding,

too bright to see

between fantasy and reality,

and in the warmth of summer,

they keep battling.

In the end, with my physical limiting,

the future seems too far to be reached,

So I’ll stop counting the hopes and dreams,

Not even dare of dying because that too seems out of reach,

So I’ll wake up to reality.

And the view from this window – is the reality

The facts that,

The birds are still chirping,

The wind is still blowing,

The flowers are still blossoming,

The children are still playing,

And I – am still breathing,

These are the things that cannot be deceived,

And to these I shall live.