24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
HOPE
Hope emerges
Like a ray of light,
Like a guiding star,
At the end of a tunnel of despair.
Hope, whispers softly
To rise
To see beyond our tears
To see beyond our failure.
Hope gives us,
An anchor
A stability to rise
A will to fight.
Hope fuels us
With courage
To fight our demons
To rejoice and shine again.
BY
SHREYA SURAJ
rotating my personalities everyday kaleidoscope
He’s gone back to school
pursuing welding
and he’s still making his art
as unhinged as ever
when his son asks to talk to the mother
he doesn’t fight it
even though she traded him for substances
and she makes no attempts
he wants him to make whatever decision he will
to form his own opinions about his family
his kid, to him, isn’t a weapon
or a bargaining chip
but a fully formed being needing a little guidance
there are those who say I’m not ready to be a dad
because mine left before I was born
to them I point out men like this
who are better fathers
than he could have hoped to be.
In this world, I wake up with the sun
And go to sleep in the company of moon and stars
The days are filled with mirth and laughter
The humans, birds and animals live together as one community
No throats are slit, no gas chambers for anyone
Food is what nature grows in abundance
But Hark! This world exists only in my head
In the real world, I am just a parrot
With clipped wings in a golden cage..
I have been a recluse througout this marathon. I promise that I will read at least one of your poems and comment on it/them.
But first, restorative sleep.
Take care of yourself.
You did it!
