When

in the buried bog of wretched despair

with senses dulled to numb unfeeling

 

as

pain strangles each fibre of the raw soul

and leaves the suffocating heart reeling

 

then

out of the emptiness emerges a vision of revitalising hope

hauling the drowning spirit up from the damp cold ground

 

and

with ferocious zeal the consoling force of hope envelopes

the frigid soul in a cocoon wrapped in warmth all around