Sorrow

Sometimes,
 it feels like all that is left is the deep, dark folds of feeling
that are breaching through the barriers in my mind, 
the ones I worked so hard to set. 

Like I'm floating in a void, 
a void empty of happiness, 
that feeds off of my
regrets, 
sadness, 
scars, 
failures, 
my sorrows. 

And the little, tiny,
whispers of doubt
worm through the walls around my place of silence, 
the only place I can escape to, 
until there is no place to retreat. 

Fractured cracks in
my defenses allow the slivers of sorrow through, until all seems dark. 

But then I'll notice the little pinprick of light, 
the last bit of hope,
fading in the distance- 
and I'll reach for it.