Sometimes, 

Dead ends are disguised 

New beginnings 

and the aching 

mind paints open 

doorways within

our prisons

When the tired soul 

reaches its end 

the unlikely figures 

become our best friends

and silence, 

Silence will finally hear us

and ears remove our greatest fears

and cures us

Before Death intrudes

and lays Its cold hands

on our shoulders

Forgiveness brings Love

and with a warmth unknown 

whispers-

“It’s not over.”