BeaconA Poem by Doran TseHope
The storm slowly pushes in,
Thunder of despair, lightning of sorrow, Rain of sadness, and wind of fear. I sit, huddled in my shelter of hope, as the storm grows in strength, I hope. As the rain pushes is way into the cracks, I hope. The thunder frightens me, and I hope. I hope for sunny days, gentle breezes, and beams of sunlight, I hope. With each crackle of lighting my hope grows, and with the growing hope, my shelter strengthens. Hope is small, weak, almost invisible at first, As despair creeps though, hope explodes, A beacon in the storm. © 2014 Doran Tse |
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Added on March 17, 2014 Last Updated on March 17, 2014 Author |