Young Writers Society

Hope




I left behind my dreams along a desert highway
I waited ‘till my soul began to fly away
I spilled my pitcher of faith into the Dead Sea
Watching life, float away from me…


I had given up without a doubt
Feeling empty from the inside out
I was enclosed in my own bleakness
With nothing left in me, but weakness


Dry mouthed and dreary eyed,
Forgotten essence and vacant pride
Hollow tears trickle down
In a puddle of sorrow, they slowly drown


Yet still deep down, was that streak of hope,
I knew for this there was no need to grope
For, once again the sun would shine bright,
To lead the way and clear the night


It was time for a bad past to be forgotten
For that last bit of hope, not to rotten
So I shut my eyes, then opened wide
No more pain I felt inside


All new dreams flood my head,
A spark of faith begins to spread
An all new me is here today
And may I say, I’m here to stay.