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Song of Hope

February 7, 2013

tempest

Today rolls on an urgent sea,

upon waves that rise with ambition

and fall heavy beneath the weight of reality.

Today rests on broken wings of contrition,

of piety, reflection, and humility.

And it is here, today, in this space that I feel…..

nothing.

Nothing at all.

My youth was filled with all that is possible,

and now I am empty

because the possible,

the possible became the improbable,

and the improbable my regret.

And yet.

And yet.

Somehow.

I hear a murmur, a mere whisper of hope.

A cherished melody

and it stirs my heart to the possible.

It rises against the waves and builds.

Slowly it builds to become a song.

A song of hope.

 

* painting: acrylic on canvas: Tempest, by Noah Matthews

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2 Comments
  1. Excellent poem.

  2. upon waves that rise with ambition

    and fall heavy beneath the weight of reality.

    Such is the nature of far too many dreams for far too many of us all.

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