Little Wonder

You think it's little wonder,

With how the world works,

That it all seems so hopeless,

No matter where you turn,

It's a challenge and a game,

To get through life,

Without a scar,

Since certainly life is too cruel,

To let you go without a mark,

So it's with a clash that friend and foe, 

Come together,

Fighting and warring for the better,

Friend become foe,

While foes stay so,

And it's little wonder,

When you feel the walls closing in,

Or is it the opposite effect?

Where you're all alone,

With nothing stopping you from falling,

Then you laugh,

Since there is nothing more sweeter,

Than despair, 

In the most broken times,

You wonder how long,

How far, you have to fall,

Like Alice in Wonderland, 

How many times do you have to shatter,

Take up the pieces and repair what's been lost,

And even then, heaven's gates seem far off, 

So crawling on the floor with a heavily heart,

Screaming for love and lost,

Mixed emotions stirring within,

Painting a canvas of a blinding light,

Intense and unable to be seen by normal sight,

 Until darkness, 

The absent of light and color,

Takes a hold of you,

And you're wandering in a graveyard,

Dead to the world and dead to yourself,

Broken shattered pieces,

Glass that's lost it's beauty, 

Fractals on the frozen ground, 

Replacing memories with emptiness, 

Until there is but a void,

Yet even in the void there is a beauty,

Silence with no more lies,

Brokenness not of the soul,

But in fact the mask that we hid behind,

Revealing to us the beauty of ourselves despite the night, 

Glass can't be glue together,

But it can be burned,

Bring a new glow,

Although it's tiring,

Trying to put back the pieces of a crumbling life, 

There is still hope, 

In the places you never thought there was,

Where foes once more are friends,

Despite the mistakes on both sides,

Since there is a little thing called,

Forgiveness, and it's a gift, 

Highest gifts of all, 

And that laugh you thought,

Was despair, 

It's more like abandonment,

Leaving behind your former self, 

And flying free from the ashes, 

The walls are the chains,

That bind and blinded you,

No longer exist,

Allowing you realize,

The power of life,

So you're not falling,

You're flying,

Soaring and spreading your wings,

Daring the ground to catch you,

Or the wind to stop you,

Life might be a game,

Yet it's more of a journey, 

A white golden chord, 

Embracing you,

Leading you, 

To somewhere beyond, 

Scars aren't shameful marks,

Their representations of how far you've come, 

How much you've grown, 

So you thinks it's with little wonder,

With the way that the world works,

That hope is a word much less a cause, 

It is though, 

A beaming light that burns the soul,

A rushing wave that freezes the heart, 

Reminding and reforming,

Who we are,

That it's with little wonder,

We are who we are today. 

~Sora