Poetry

Hope

Hope

Walking Solo on the Erratic Paths
of the World so Tart,
Scrapping the Blows
of the Worrywart,
Carving its way Through
Achy Despair,
With the Ray of Sunshine
As Tiny as a Hair,
Hope Survived.

Ducking the Sword Strikes
In the Biased Battle,
Mishaps so Fatal,
But it Didn’t Rattle,
Blustery Twisters
Tried to Blow,
Candle Stood Firm
to Preserve the Glow.
Hope Survived.


Photo Credit: arvydas

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