Hope

Woke up, In the middle of night. Drenched in sweat, Looked for some light. Wondered, Who am I? For this, I strove? Echoed through the room Nothing but, Silence and blight.

But sun did rise. As light went through, Glanced at the ceiling, Plain and white. Tried to breathe, Made an effort to tame it down, The beast, within me And the chaos, Which, I just survived. Is this the end? No, it’s the genesis. Am I afraid? Everyone should be. Tough and challenging, Life would be. Will I survive? Wait, I’m not a poet, Even if I were, I would tell you the same thing, I know nothing about my plight.

Yeah, Ignorant & artless, I don’t understand All this darkness. Still, I can sense Something’s missing. Is that you? Or is that life’s harshness? No answer. Waiting for the midnight, I guess My demons are not that heartless.

Still, I haven’t given up. “Hope is a good thing, Maybe the best of things.” Last night, I told my inner being. “Hey listen, there is always a spring. Don’t lose hope. Hang in there tight. Doesn’t matter the adversity, Eventually, everything will be alright.”