Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Hope

Feel the mud
The dirt
The grime
The glass pieces
Scrape your naked feet

Feel the sky
A hundred miles away
Entirely out of reach
Laughing
Almost mocking you

Feel the walls
Closing in on you
Every inch suffocating
Cloistering
Leaving you with no choice

Give up.

Feel your feet
Rise
Reaching out for the sky
Scraping and climbing
Clutching and running
Fiercely believing.

Yes,
There will always be another day.

2 comments:

  1. And until that day comes,
    we continue to live in the hope of it.

    :)

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  2. I hope to hear from you another day...

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