HOPE
By Matt Decker
In the dark I sit,
Wanting to quit.
Light? Not a bit.
Depressed I am,
Oppressed and bound,
Stress all around.
How long must I suffer?
How long can I smother?
Where are the others?
Then upon the hurtin'
A beam slips through the curtain --
From doubt become I certain.
My pain is changed,
The fear disappears.
No more bleak,
No more weak.
Sorrow is diminished.
Maybe I'm not finished.
Tomorrow is replenished.
Rays of hope enter me,
A surge of positive energy
Rises up within me.
Rather than the ending,
Perhaps a new beginning?
A glimmer, a hinting.
What is this light
Urging me to fight?
It's a hopeful thought
My spirit has wrought.
This cure for my desperation?
(H)ealing (O)f (P)ositive (E)xpectation
© Matt Decker
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