Sad eyes searching, in quiet contemplation,
while dread invades quickly and without warning.
Truth, held captive, cries out to hope in anguish; its wings fluttering
in protest against cold, dark thoughts, seeking resolution,
but fearing the answer, evades the question.
Old doubts – unearthed in haste – have stirred, threatening
clarity’s consumption, truth’s faithful companion. Awaiting
aspiration, inspiration’s assured consummation.
Hazel eyes reflect a new found valor
As hope dawns on fear’s horizon, calling on faith once more.
Purpose blossoming, Hope ascends the murky waters, ever
cleansing her spirit-now freed to ignite
inspiration’s flame, lighting Hope’s way to open the door
for dreams unrealized, released at last from their deep stupor.
© 2015 Brenda Baker