The Jabberwock

Even in the darkest of nights, there is hope.

He drops his bags on the floor,

Sits down with his back touching the wall and weeps.

He grieves and sobs thinking everything is over, that this is the end. 

He falls to his side

With one hand stretched out, and the other bent over pressing the floor

He continues to mourn. 

His eyes cover and close until they’re fully shut.

By the time he wakes up it’s half past 12 AM.

The lights are on.

He gets up from his position 

And walks to the room his brother once occupied. 

Even in the darkest of nights, there is hope.

He stumbles getting there but walks down the hall. 

His bed still in place

His clothes still neatly folded in their cupboards.

His brother had always been neater than him. 

He views pictures and his brother’s vision board.

Graduating medical school and becoming a pediatrician was his dream.

His shoes are still neatly aligned under his bed. 

Just as how he left it. 

He lays on the bed with his hands stretch out

What will he do? 

Remind himself of the words of his own: even in the darkest of nights, there is hope.

It was a blessing to know you, Ananias.