Night Wandering

The outside shines bright,
But the gloom of the hidden interior
Remains shrouded, though for
No particular reason.

Perhaps it is to protect them,
Or maybe more for myself.
The truth holds so much pain, and yet
It would release the iron cold bonds
Of depression that restrict
My expression of any kind.

I lie awake in my deep solitude
Thinking, dreaming of what will
Never come to pass.
Tis the dreams of a simple, teen girl
Looking for her dashing young prince,
yet finds herself lost amongst the
Prison bars of the lonely forest.

The air contracts like ice on my soul
As I continue my trek to find
The glistening warmth I once
Cherished with all my being.

I still dream of the light given to me
That still lingers with my wandering visage,
But I know that light fades
Into the darkness surrounding.

I now hold to the warmth left
As a child holds to her most precious bear.

Will it return?
Will my wandering soul ever capture
Such joy again?
Will the light feel the extent of my sadness
And console my pain?
Will the past come again?
Will the light wait for me
At some unnknown destination to return?
Will the light, then, provide the strength
To break open the frozen door and
Melt the icy chains around my heart?

I wonder...

Should this happen,
Would it mean he would return to me
And give back the light of hope
That he once graced upon my life?