Box...

By Małgorzata Hernik

Once, I lost my most precious box —

 a box filled with hopes,

 expectations,

 dreams,

 faith,

 hope,

 and love.

I lost what was most valuable inside it,

 what was worth fighting for,

 burning for,

 and becoming flame for.

I lost the courage

I no longer know how to make peace with.

 I lost the childlike spirit

 I ache for desperately.

 I lost the joy of living,

 when everything felt simple, reachable.

I lost desires —

the ones we are born with

 but don’t always fulfill

 before we die.

I lost love —

with azure eyes,

and a sword in his hand.

I lost dreams

that once protected my soul

from falling into the black hole.

I lost, too,

 the desperation —

 without which

 I cannot find

 that precious box again.

By Małgorzata Hernik