Hope.
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

When the warmth of my winters was gone:
I learnt to embrace the cold.
And when nights grew harsh upon morning,
I winced and capered to cope.
When all was battered on a silent night,
I ran from slumber to an awakening!
The sunny gates of solitude threw wide open,
To welcome the disheartened, the despaired soul.
I gave up to give in more.
I bore the thought to let go,
I hurled the brush to paint hope.
My musings they go out of the window now,
I know now, for whom the bell tolls!