Illusion

Love discovered on the bottom of an injured soul. 
Heart that starts beating again. 
You get up from your knees. 
In my clenched fist I keep what I've been looking for so long. 
At last I begin to live. 
I need to acquire strength. 
I'm still weak. 
Someone strokes my hand. 
I open my fist. 
There's nothing inside. 
It looked so beautiful. 
I cheated myself again. 
I spit at my own face.