A New Tomorrow
Washing away my seasoned deliberations,
I reminisced on my fallen alterations;
Life moved on with it’s daily bustle
But until it was subject to blemish,
It arrived and seeped in through every crevice.
I knew not what it was for it had no form,
But it had a presence that took me by a storm.
I could see it in the destitute’s shining eyes,
I could feel it with the setting sun;
But what I felt certain of was that it had the power to get my misdemeanours redone.
It told me that I could be the irridescent light of the moon on a cloudy night;
I could be that spider in Solomon’s cave who dared put up a last fight,
I could be the tree still standing when the forest fire leaves all desires wore;
I could be every human who pushed themselves to be more.
It infiltrated me with a power no less than Samson’s strength;
I perceived it to be a ray of light breaking away from a darkness so intense,
When my sky was overcast with nothing but sorrow;
It had been Hope that helped me dream of a new tomorrow.