Hope

A dead calm after violent storm,

A silent night gazing through window

Trying to comfort me with all its beauty.

I too wish to embrace her for eternity

To escape the tumult called life,

To get out of constant strife.

Alas I am shackled prisoner

Of my abnormal fear

Of bleak future,

Unable to break the barrier.

Still rope of hope,

I'm holding with bruised hands

Waiting for a new dawn to ascend.

When he appeared on my horizon

With soft hues, a torn page to emblazon.

My eyes wide open,

As a curious kid, I run

To a safer world of love and belonging

After stormy night to a sun-kissed morning...