A Flicker

How do you explain that you have no wishes left? No dreams to follow because they've all broken like china dolls at your feet? How do you explain the giving up and the moving on and the emptiness that remains because of all those dreams that have died and all those wishes that never came true?

How do you describe the jading and the hopelessness? How do you explain the scars that no one can see? Where can you go? What is left once the flames of passion have burnt out and the phoenix has shriveled before it tasted the ashes?

How do you begin again when you don't even know how you started in the first place? What is left when all the time has been wasted and there is no belief in magic any longer?

How do you express the torture of that small flicker of hope that refuses to die even when everything else has? How do you talk about that faint glimmer of something that cries out that this can't be the end? How can you stand it? That tiny glimpse of something that refuses to give up, but isn't strong enough to re-ignite all that has been destroyed.