After the Turmoil...Hope!
After turmoil...hope!
A such needed continuity
of those forgotten aspirations
left undone...left locked in a steel box
that nobody thought of finding!
Pages written with asperity,
by now...they should be yellowed, out-dated
and without its formal meaning;
by morning...the realization will be complete
for this misunderstood one who sought solidarity!
After the turmoil...hope!
An unwelcomed message
from a by-gone age...
a persistent vocation
suffocated by rage and hate!
When the secret is revealed on stage,
many will feel hostility...
and change their mentality
about ingnorance and indignation!
After the turmoil...hope!
A hope outlasting frustration,
a reality to marvel at and entice...
without doubting its inner force!
After the darkness retreats itself in agony,
a brilliant light is my witness to this victory:
I defiantly fought ...tossed ashore by a violent sea,
again, I persisted with vindication
and won the fierce fight against the wind and currents,
because Someone was pulling me out with a rope!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007
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