Like A phoEniX

Sometimes relationships begin to feel

too blurred to understand,

as if the darkness inside them keeps growing.

Like a cave,

whose entrance may sometimes be filled with sunlight,

while deep within,

the darkness has lived forever.

A relationship is held together

by trust and respect.

When respect begins to fade,

the bond slowly loses its strength.

Expectations begin to take over.

There is no room left for love.

Only a ledger of

what was given

and what was owed.

So many memories,

carefully gathered over the years,

slowly disappear.

The feelings we once stored

within the walls of a home

become a burden.

And then,

even the strongest trust

begins to crack.

One day,

a single deception is enough,

and a relationship dies.

But when something ends,

does everything truly end?

Like the last trembling flame

of a dying lamp,

effort and struggle keep it alive,

cupping their hands around

what little light remains.

Sometimes,

like a story written by a stubborn author,

something ends

but refuses to stay ended.

Like a phoenix,

it rises again

from its own ashes.

Hope survives.

And we keep weaving

one hope after another

upon the back of hope.