Clinging to Hope

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Personal (Hope)

The future looms like the dawn,
pregnant with possibility
but clouded with uncertainty.

All I have ever known
is the comfort of sadness
and the responsibility
of holding onto it.

Even the morning
won’t allow me
to clear my mind because
my thoughts never turn off.

But you promised me
more than this,
you assured me that
I would know respite.

And I cling to that hope
that one day soon
all my fears would vanish
as the Son melts the fog.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: Levi the Poet’s The Teacher Speaks:
“If your mercies are new every morning,
Then all this can’t be grasping for the wind.”

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