Hope Poem by Margaret Cox

Just an aching heart, longing for a tender touch
Wandering rivers of the mind, hurting so much
Stored dreams and hopes crowd round to saturate
But are far too complicated to even contemplate
Pearls of soft teardrops trickle gently to alight
As raindrops of despair through the lonely night

Searching the soul needing an answer somewhere
But all the cupboards inside are empty and bare
No bright flashes of light or richness of colours
Why does happiness seem to belong to the others
Dark secrets of the mind are mirrored in the eyes
Through the daylight becoming heavily disguised

The explosion of Emotions then slowly disappear
With the realisation that no-one will ever be near
The turbulent river calms to a soft and gentle flow
And the peacefulness of sleep lets the anguish go
A soft glow of the moon lights the darkness of night
Tomorrow the sun may shine and make things alright.