Hesitant Hopes is a poem about the struggle to make way in darkness despite falling hopes |
I open my eyes, to a dark dream. I’m flood in a cold black stream. My pupils altered with a sense of fading reflection. I could spot the dying dispersion. I turned around to find the source. All I hold is dark and coarse. I hear the cries of a sinking light. I drown deeper to make it bright. I could feel my losing breath. I tried grasping life out of death. I struggle more to sail safer. I see the spark glazing folds brighter. Moments when I stopped still. The glitter flickered from a blocked grille. For a moment I thought I’ll let it go But I crossed back Can I make it glow? I got onto the roads of hesitant hopes Yet, on the way, I found some supporting ropes. I grabbed the gleam Lifted the tender glint. It bred unusual beam Unfolding slight tint There was a burst There was a rise. No means of expectations But I had a surprise. Now I find the source, It is my fist. I turn around, To the colored mist. I look above to the raining stars. Radiant rays are healing dark scars. Now I realize Now I see But for a hope I would lose in the dark sea. Hope led me to witness the lustrous glow To scrub away the filth of the black snow! |