HOPE – A Page of My Diary

I sit in my room staring at my hands. They speak of my sins. Tangled in the net of my own doings, I find myself falling into nothingness. It’s black all around me. Voices come out of latent mouths; mockery slaps my face, evil laughter penetrates my ears, resulting in my grimaced face.

My sins dance in front of me, like dancing girls, dressed in pink glittery frocks, faces shimmering with make up, assembled on a stage, ready to show what they’ve prepared for the audience to see. Music enters my ears, like a knife enters a juicy fruit only to split it into pieces. My sins perform one after the other and after hundreds of hours they all finish dancing.

Silence gathers around me, watches me like a child watches a stranger with questioning eyes. I drop my gaze to the floor, filled with shame and regret. My eyes see a dot of light growing larger and larger in size. It creeps on me, starting from my feet, gradually up till my head. I look at the golden glow of my hair in the mirror, hanging loosely on the wall in front of me.

I reluctantly look up, and see a huge ray of light falling upon me, embracing me with its glowing arms, like a mother embraces her child for protection. I bathe in the dust particles swimming in the stream of light. Hope comes, sits with me, takes my hand into hers and speaks unto me a message.

The message is of hope, a hope to live and start a new life, a hope to come out of the aggressive, loathing shadows of darkness, a hope to wash my sinful hands. I wipe away my tears, which like dew drops fall from the tips of leaves, once fell from my eyes. I stand up, straighten the loosely hanging mirror and look at my face. I smile to myself and to my new life that welcomes me with arms wide open.