A Better Tomorrow Poem by Hopeful Voyager

Though there is haunting darkness in my soul this painful night, I pray that the blinding light of hope greets me when I awake in the morning. I pray that the ghosts of past sins do not return at sunrise to trouble me with a-vengeance. May the beautiful spirits of joy return to reside in my heart as mysteriously as they departed me. And may the wings of hope elevate me however improbably to great heights.