hope prevails …





In these times,

restless, bleak,


a sliver of hope is all I seek.




These moments in a world,

cruel, mean,


greed, injustice, the abuse of power, slicing people,


mere cogs in a system meaning to forever demean.




Splintered dreams,

strewn across blood-stained roads,


sinking into the ground, clutching at strands of hope wherever they may be found.




These are the days when hopelessness stalks every street,


merging at the junction where apathy and complicity meet,


with so many left out in the chilling cold,

freezing in the nonstop barrage of icy sleet.




I have lost my way as well, stumbling through this futile maze,


ripped apart, bloodied, and in a concussed daze,


yet ever searching for myself in this throttling haze.




I stagger on, treading the thorns that litter my path,


clasping close to my heart,

the faint lamp of hope,


my perennial companion, through this life’s travails,


seeking refuge, dreaming of the winds of fate to bolster my sails,


holding the lamp that shines within,


soothing me, placating me,

even as I sleep on this plank of nails,


I know,

I know,


that just beyond that high hill I must climb,


hope lives,


hope prevails.







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