In This Room

A severe sadness has entered the room. Cold, dark and sinister. Now we find we cannot see where we are going. We will have to go slowly now, feeling our way, day by lonesome day. Oh, though we are prone to the loneliest of human emotions, doubt, somewhere deep in this room we shall find we know the way, we always have. Though the sadness be so sinister, sinister in it's deception, sinister in it's consumption, it is not able to last. Because, in this room, hope was, long before sadness is; and hope shall be, long beyond the inevitable demise of sadness. Though the way may prove to be long, arduous, nearly devastating, we will make that journey all the way. All the way to where the hope that filled our room first showed us. Though now the sadness blinds us with tears of great longing, paradoxically, it is those same heavy tears that will inevitably wash all of the sadness out of our room. When enough tears, in time, have fell, then we will arise in this room, our room, the room that is our heart. In the final analysis doubt and sadness must lose, for in the end, in this room, our room, Love wins.