Ink of the BROKEN hearts

Valley of The Heart

From many seasons of the heart, wounds and war surface as each season passes.

The quiet valley of the heart remains silent.

Echoes of once-held laughter run through the broken valley;

it once was a place of celebration, music, love, dreams, and them.

Now, only the essence of it floats through empty veins.

Each silent whisper knocks louder than ever,

yet no door opens for hope.

Disappointed and wounded,

Hope returns to the darkest depths of the heart once again—

retreating to the nest where little Hope lives alone,

wishing that one day the valley of the heart

may sing songs of happiness again.

Not wanting to give up,

Hope builds courage once more—

ready to try again tomorrow.

Taking a different vein,

a different path,

knocking on another door,

wishing someone would open it for her.

For a moment,

Hope sits alone,

thinking of the battles the valley of the heart has seen—

the wounds and bloodshed,

the screams of breaking,

the silent tears of the heart.

Some wounds still fresh,

some only reminders of what the past brought.

And for a moment,

Hope sits silent—

praying for the wounded valley of the heart