Not knowing what will happen,
Looking not for the bad.
But the light tries to shine in
Through the dark windows.
Like the vase on the table,
With the lone white flower.
The table is bare,
Just like the threadbare house
With the shutters creaking;
Almost falling off.
But the flower is there
In the vase on the table.
The one thing alive,
Even in the midst of the meagerness.
The petals fall off;
One by one they fall,
But still they seem to cling,
With an invisible string;
Still holding on.
The lone flower struggles
Wishing to go on.
Clinging...
Holding...
Growing slowly...
And then it may live.
(An objective correlative is a situation or a sequence of events or objects that evokes a particular emotion in a reader or audience.)
