Won’t someone please send me a sign?
Like mauve light, dreamy and silken, filling my room, filling my eyes with wishes.
Or a south wind at sea, longing for land great and wide, then finding it in fields of yellow flowers.
Or even rain, gentle as fingertips, cleansing and feeding and rippling down glass.
A song would be nice. A kind of hallelujah. Maybe even a boisterous chorus.
Or a tree just for me. Maybe even a forest right in the middle of the city. That I could frolic in.
They say ignorance is bliss.
Right now I believe it.
I’m so tired of the dying and the crying. The shame and the blame.
It feels like nothing anyone does can make a difference.
It feels like we will never learn our lessons.
It feels like it’s too late.
I can cling to joy through blood staining my fingers.
I can cling to hope when my feet falter on rock-filled ground.
I can and I do.
But today I need a sign.
Won’t someone send me one?
Even the smallest one of all might just be a prophecy.
* Image by PhatPuppy at DeviantART.