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Summary

The poem "Saving Grace…" by Ayasha reflects on the personal struggle and the resilience found through hope amidst life's challenges.

Abstract

In the poem "Saving Grace…," Ayasha explores the theme of hope as a guiding light and protective force in the face of adversity. The author describes a metaphorical journey through a personal war, where hope serves as the only armor against despair. Despite the pain of past regrets and the shattering of dreams, the poet finds strength in the reflections of their own eyes, pleading for survival. The poem conveys a message of perseverance, with hope as the driving force that sustains the will to live and the desire for a better future.

Opinions

  • The author views hope as an indispensable element for survival and resilience in the midst of a metaphorical war.
  • Optimism is personified as an armor that aids the poet in their battle against life's unfathomable demons.
  • The past, symbolized by shards of glass from a once proudly standing castle of dreams, is acknowledged as both a source of pain and a catalyst for growth.
  • The poet expresses a deep connection with their reflections in the shards, which mirror their plea for survival and reinforce their hope.
  • There is a sense of obligation to live, driven by the pleas seen in the poet's reflections, suggesting a commitment to honor their own resilience.
  • The poem concludes with an affirmation of life, rooted in hope, and an aspiration for improvement, even if it's a gradual process.

Saving Grace…

In Response to the Prompt Hope of ‘Never-Ending Poem’ from Share The Love

Photo by Gian D. on Unsplash

I cradle the Hope in my heart, As it is the only lamp lighting my fogging path.

As I walked-in into the middle of the raging war of my life, An armor of optimism is the only aid I own.

As I walk, I think about things. Things — Those are needling my might; with thousands of pins of my regrets.

All the pain that I have survived, Is the result of desires running through my veins; making me ready to fight against the unfathomable demons of my mind.

How can I lose the only thing I hold on to? I can’t. Hope is my saving grace. The small flickering flame of light That is enough in those long, painfully deserted dark days.

I hold onto it. I breathe it.

Once proudly standing castle of my dreams is now shred of glass on my path. Making me bleed as I walk through them.

They don’t let me die, As they taunt me to survive. Every day I live, I die… It’s easy to let go. But I hold onto my reflections.

Reflections, I see in those pieces of glass. I see my eyes, Pleading me to survive. I see — hope for me in them.

How can I shun, the life they plead? How can I deny, as they beg me to live? I can’t. I owe it to them. This is the least I could try.

So, I live… because I hope. I hope for a better today — maybe one-day…

Thank you for reading!

Thank you Martin Rushton for this wonderful challenge —

and Sumera Rizwan for tagging me with such colorful and lovely poetry-

I hope you enjoy this.

~Ayasha

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