A mere four-lettered word,
Wraps around, as though a warm embrace,
Wipes away those painful tears.
It’s the sigh of relief;
It’s Hope.
The silver-lining to a cloud,
The slightest possibility of happiness,
Those voices in our heads
Constantly reassuring and encouraging–
That, my friend, is Hope.
The promise of a better tomorrow,
And the strength to face our demons.
Seeing there’s more than just Black and White,
A Yin to every Yang–
That new perspective is Hope.
Knowing that we will smile again,
Feel the all-consuming kind of love again,
Laugh again, dance in the rain,
Forget our pain–
This feeling of joy is what we call ‘Hope’.
~ © Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Hey everyone! In the spirit of National Poetry Writing Month, I will be writing some poems for every day of April. Each Day will have a new prompt. I hope I can keep up with the challenge. You can join me in celebrating #NaPoWriMo 2019 and check out the prompts here. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.
Yours truly,
The Shubhster.
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