NEW HOPE
Ezichi Faithful@ezichifaithful
1 year ago
#poetry
When hope is fading and the light dying; resentment sets in and faint colour the heart. when no one looks twice before they step on your grey line.
Heart divides in many ways, many different forms. New hope must be born.
New strength to hold on; to not fall until we can touch the sun. And even when the sun is beyond our pained grasp, when our cut-up palms can not feel its adulation embrace, the moon at least we touch. She is gentle and kind. and soft. Her nature will bring healing to our wounded hearts, and her steamy light ignites the passion in our minds. To live, to crave, to hope.
When sunset duely comes, we no longer would run. The cycle broken, forever we'd flow by the banks of New life, following the tides of peace, in awe of that stunning crimson light; New hope has arrived!
