ѕтepнαɴιe.: Blind Hope

They met,
Bumping into each other,
And as they sat,
Laughing together,
Basking in the sun,
Wishing this would never be undone,
Wishing this would never end,
That a wooden promise,
Won't ever bend.

As her fingers flew,
Smoothing along the fresh wood,
Their love enlightens every mood,
Moving forward together,
Without a clue.

Just like any other wood,
Splinters will be there,
Just like any love,
She din't want to lose,
Someone she cares.

Just like any splinters,
It's small and almost invisible.
Just like any sharp glass
Through the heart,
It's deep yet unseen,
Too painful to even touch.

He couldn't handle
The patience pulling out that splinter.
She sat there,
Fingers throbbing,
Crying like no one cared,
She sat there waiting,
Waiting all day long,
Hoping for him to come along,
Pain still seared through.

All she could do was hope,
Hope that would he come back,
With his fingers,
Pry out that splinter full of patience,
Without a crack.

Hoped and hoped she did,
Wondering if he's dead,
Hope was all she had,
But 'twas blind hope.

One day,
A guy stood looming over her and said,
Are you being paid
To sit here and wait all day?
For your hope is blind,
Slowly sucking the life out of you,
And no matter what you do,
You cant move from that spot.

He then offered his hand and said,
Come with me,
And I'll show you things that's meant to be.
I'll take out all of those splinters,
And hold your hand as it hurts,
Your past shall be gone,
Replaced with a new hope,
A real hope,
That will be seen by real eyes,
And to be felt,

By a real heart.

By Deborah Lau Ee Yi