SAVING GRACE

The pleasures of the past hold firm in my heart
And memories, fond as they are, are all but passing, save your face with that perfect smile
And not the shackles that bind me to these walls down here in the dark and muddy dungeon can take away from me the peace that your face brings to me
‘Even this shall pass’, I tell myself even if I have no idea or present expectation as to how this is to come about, but I believe
I find myself in the bleakest of situations and I find a way to survive, with your voice, a melody to my senses
I know not what this feeling is or how strong it is
I just pleasure in it and hope it stays on for as long as I live, for it could be long or abrupt, I know not
My eyes shut now in the darkness that envelopes me
My heart, rapidly beating as the certainty of my plight is made known to me
My persecution gets more painful but my persecutor is frustrated and I do not blame him
For who would suffer all these, with bruises and scars to show for the torture endured and still have a smile on their face?
Nothing can take away your smile
Nothing can take away your beauty
Nothing can take away the joy you have given me
I will only smile as my voice is lost to my own cries of physical pain and trauma and the exhaustion of unending plummeting of my body
My soul and indeed my body are drained of energy yet I smile
I cannot help that it is you who have kept me till this day
I search no more, for indeed I have found
I want nothing more than I have already received
I am not lucky but blessed
And you have being my SAVING GRACE