A Beacon of Hope
I gaze at the morrow,
Shrouded with uncertainty.
Bereft of ideas, I sailed aimlessly.
Tossed by the tide, driven by the wind,
Hauled by a strange current towards a mysterious coast.
I fought with all I could summon, yet I was cast overboard.
My Will with my ship lost.
All I had with it gone. I lay adrift,
Entangled in Poseidon's curls. Swept unconscious
To shore by the waves. I awoke, in the dreary depth of despair,
Beaten, bruised, tattered ‘n' marooned on the isles of isolation.
Haunted by discouragement, I pondered what tricks Fate has for me.
Like a gypsy, homeless have I become
A broken bird with broken dreams, I hop
From branch to branch searching for a way.
I crave a balm for my sore sole. To bathe my
Swollen feet in warm water I seek.
But all alone in the cold I remained.
The birds have their nest,
The foxes, their holes but I, I've
Nowhere to lay my weary head. Starving,
Dehydrated ‘n' bankrupt but who will spare a drink
For my parched tongue? Who will lend a blanket for the night?
Who will mend my broken wings? Yet all alone in the dark I remained
I've failed in all I attempt
My wisdom to naught brought.
My ears heard but understood it not
Neither did my eyes see the handwriting
On the wall. Far across the ocean I could see her
The Lady Aurora a beacon of hope. She said to me, "Though
The night does tarry a while; a new day always is born"
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