Hr. 3 Prompt 15
Picture Image: Sergey Mikheev
Standing on the other side
Behind me is beautiful and lush
Bright stars light the way
I am a stranger in this place
Everything is ugly and barren
Darkness ahead of me
Cold and lonely
Maybe it can flourish again
Standing on this side
All I see are possibilities
A stranger no more
Sparks of light are dawning
The warmth will eventually come
Life here deserves a chance
It is worth saving
I like how the poem ends hopefully, though I see that that thread of hopefulness permeates the whole poem, even in the “ugly and barren” part with the “maybe it can flourish again”. It had a good feeling of transition.