The Voice of Hope

by brmoola

April 13, 2016

My life, a boat.

The shore no longer comforting.

As the sun stings my naked back

My sweat stings my eyes.

Hunger drives me to devour and cough up

Sand

Sand that was once the beginning

Of a dream where uncertainty crashed

Against the sweet solid security.

and yet

and yet there's this Voice

This Voice that sings to me like a siren calls to

A homesick sailor who aches for the shore,

Whose heart yearns for feasts, gold, and glory galore

Yes the Voice wakes my core and

Prods at my spirit

Awake.

Awake and know that there is hope

Help is coming.

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brmoolaApr 13, 2016

This is a new thing for me, I am tempted to explain my thought process behind my poem, especially since this is for a scholarship.However, I do also believe that poetry is a unique experience for everyone and I would like for you to have the freedom to truly experience it.So please feel free to take whatever interpretation you receive from this work and run with it. There is no right or wrong with poetry.  There just is. Thank you-Bethany M.