The Essence of Hope
Drawn into the light
By the beauty of your face
Shelter from the night
In your affectionate embrace
Which calms me of the fright
From the demons that give chase
You’re the power of my might
As my fears are laid to waste
I’ve walked a trail of tears
Burdens I’ve conveyed
Experienced many fears
Exposed and displayed
Circumstances I held dear
Have all been dismayed
Took all this to see so clear
The opportunities I’ve delayed
A beacon of hope
In a time of desperation
Gives me the strength to cope,
as well as, inspiration
To then understand the scope
of my own realization
No matter how slippery the slope
You’re my pulse of determination
Storm clouds coming in
Blustery winds of strife
A new chapter does begin
In this story of my life
Product of a life of sin
Have now come to light
Sorrow washed away with gin
On this dark, cold, lonely night
Your beauty shines through
The darkness of my soul
Inspiration it drew
From a never ending hole
These past months I grew
Into a more productive role
The future, I no longer rue,
A man now with a goal
For what the future holds
I do not have a clue
The hand in life that I was doled
Was the hand that made me blue
Wishing that I could just fold
And start all over new
Or sum the courage, break the mold,
and change my point of view
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