Wednesday, June 7, 2017

The Dead Past

The night was cold and unforgiving
As I walked to the gravesite of the Past.
How I wished I could just keep on living,
But the whispers of shame to the dead chained me fast.

Kneeling before the tombstone in sorrow,
I read the epitaph for the hundredth time:
“Here lie the mistakes, sins, and wishes for tomorrow
Of one human heart; they hold now reason or rhyme

“Only days stained with fear, doubt, and anger,
An occasional laugh and a smile here and there.
The legacy of the Past will be long remembered
As dismal, dark, trying, and unfair.”

Tears came to my eyes before I could think;
Mourning fell over me like a cruel December snow.
Beside the weathered plot, I felt my body sink
To the chilled, stony ground that bedded my dead foe.

Sleep came to me slowly; I welcomed its warm hand
As it slipped over my eyes and drew them closed.
But the darkness turned to dreams; nightmares ran
Before the eyes of my mind, their terrors imposed.

Demons accosted me; voices spoke low
In threat and menace, then screamed in their victory
Over me; I could only lie helpless below
Them, motionless…until a light, a beam of glory

Pierced the darkness, sliced it through,
And filled the atmosphere with songs of joy
Too clean and pure for the darkness and rue
In me to understand. The dreadful noise

Of evil and of the dead ceased in a moment;
The taunting cries, the bitter spite,
The slightest sounds of darkness fell silent
Before the majesty of this holy light.

My eyes snapped open and blinked in the dim
Light of stars and planets distant, yet near just the same.
Suddenly I glimpsed a man; I lay across from him
On the other side of the dead Past’s grave.

He sat, cross-legged, in the frozen dirt,
Silent, though the quiet spoke a volume
Of greatness, of hope, of love; there no hurt
Existed, by the grave of the fallen.

He stood and reached out his hand to me;
I took it, and immediately I knew
The dead Past was dead; it could no longer haunt me—
    Finally, I realized that the Present is the Truth.   
      - Hannah W.


  1. THIS. This was what I (and SO many others) need to hear daily.

    Thank you, love. ♥


    1. I'm so glad, Megan. Thank you for sharing that (and for calling me "love"; I've always wanted to be called that! Haha). I'm so glad to be working with you all!
      Big hugs!

  2. Wow! This is so incredible and powerful! You are an amazing writer, Hannah. It's a joy to get to study alongside you this fall. :)

    1. Thank you so much, Madeline! That means a lot coming from you, because I really admire your writing. I'm so happy we get to attend college together, and maybe even have the same classes... (*Cough* major change *cough*)
      : D

  3. Ahhh, this is SO beautiful. <3 I teared up reading it, not gonna lie.

    Ellie | On the Other Side of Reality

    1. Thank you, Ellie! (I love your name, by the way; I helped in a four- through six-year-old ballet class and had two little students both named Ellie. The name has been special to me ever since!) I'm so glad God is using my writing for something bigger than me. It's a real honor to be working with you! Thank you again!

  4. You amaze me! This journey you have been on has been dark and painful at times, I didn't know how much or the depth until recently. I am beyond thrilled that you have found a way to express yourself and realize that so many others from young to old, have felt the same way yet turn to other means for comfort. You braved it alone for so many years in that we never knew the deep sorrow you were feeling because the pleaser inside of you wouldn't allow you to be loved and comforted. I praise the Holy Spirit for teaching us who we really are and our discovery of how to get there. May your heart continue to heal as you join with others to discover that awesome light inside. One that carries all the love, joy, peace, comfort, intelligence needed to be fulfilled and whole and to help others do the same. You are my amazing daughter, Love you so! Mom.