Enduring Is Hope
Winds like sheets of rusted lead
oppress the air,
leaving hope’s dread - -
cold , alone I strut ahead,
torments ensnare.
And then a subtle shifting
of time and space -
like old wood drifting
on swells of ocean lifting
in life's embrace.
Rune of chance washes ashore
glinting on sand,
never seen before -
destinations to explore,
fresh days now grand.
Brian Strand's Contest
Completely Your Choice (12) 9/19/2020
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2020
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