Chamber of Hope

My heart is a chamber of feelings. A chamber which is covered with veils of disappointments creeping into the holes of my heartbreaks. It's a messy structure of barren trees and scorched shrubs. Of fallen branches and exposed roots. Of cracked trunks with parasites constantly opening those cracks with each step they take.

But if you look down through the veils of disappointments from the holes of my heartbreaks you see a little aromatic flower blooming up from a juvenile plant among all that wildness.

That's my hope right there.

It's petals are spreading to the fullest trying to stretch and cover all the wildness into their soft arms while it's aroma covers the pungent smell of rotting broken dreams.

But you know, that single flower is my garden. I water it every day through the holes on the top because even when one possibility of a sun ray seems impossible it still blooms every day. It's invincible and strong even when it seems fragile. It's fresh and evergreen.