The Flaming Will Of Hope Poem by Major Elazia

The Flaming Will Of Hope



When I was down and lost in the jungle
Trudging along gorges and mountain crevasses
Staring into an empty vastness of mind and soul
Seeking a pole position to start a late race in life
I was encumbered in the darkness of hope
But my short hand held on to something precious
While graciousness remained a treasure in my struggle

The strenuous search has made me march thus this far
From the forest of betrayal and gloom I raise my spirit from a mournful pit
Time has come to spring up and sprint to my destiny; here I jump
I shall sing as I swing my hand with the flaming torch of hope
Which has touched me, and I have to catch its light;
In the so called emptiness that’s darkness of a bright sunny day
Oh Lord I implore you to let my spirit explode into acts of determination

I never allowed my spirit to wallow in the vainness of leisure
While wandering my resilience was working in silence of hope
I anchored my life in resolute determination without any recourse to rancour
Of course the beacons to my destiny were hidden from view
So my daily journey was to get to one, and the next, at a time
And today I stand in a forest clearing but not yet out of the woods
But my hand is holding on to the flaming will of hope

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