Dawn of Spring

A poem of hope, connection, and awakening

The essence of hope is intrinsic; Eyes open seconds fall earth turns and we turn too But the body stops and stares in space, frozen, unable to move, Paralyzed, gripped, unable to step beyond self-imposed reality; Held down find it difficult to breathe, but then, freedom from reverie Comes in words from someone close who wants the life they see To breathe, who wants the life they see to bloom Like flowers of the coming dawn when life’s reborn once motionless Awakened from the senseless night when touched by rays Of guiding light.

Our dawn has come to wake us up And feel the warmth that knows no end With self it’s time to make amends to then be there A caring friend who needs to feel the touch of light To see that their soul too burns bright; Brighter than long lost vanished stars A star means hope through empty nights.

The heat is felt and when it burns A white hot color passed through words Derived from a heart that was once touched too I hope they’ve found their way to you Together, we will make it through.

It’s spring; can you feel it? Pass along this call for hope, Step outside, and breathe.

Thank you to my man Kevin Jahleel Ishimwe for tagging me in his beautiful piece Hope: Life Force That Outlives the Spring Ephemerals.

Patrick M. Ohana Hapsari Listya George J. Ziogas Matt Lillywhite Gregory D. Welch, the prompt is hope :)

Keep the good vibes flowing my friends 🙏🏻

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