One Inkling of Hope

the screams in the night,
they force the heart to turn to stone,
clenched fists, bitter words.
all the love felt, flown away
upon the wings of hatred.

no amount of tears,
no pleading,
no cries for help,
nothing can release
the darkness in her heart.

a moment of despair.
the stomach retches.
to not have love,
to only have hatred -
to not live.

some day perhaps
things will change.
a free spirit,
a smile,
to feel love once more.

until then,
angry words,
daggered looks,
and the hope
of seeing him again...