Hope

In the tangle of if and but, we reside, Decisions unmade, regrets as our guide. Stuck in a quagmire, unable to soar, A frost-covered window blocking the door. A message I received late at night, to which I replied: With Santiago's spirit, we'll get through. We shall rise, like bruised Hemingway's hero, Through if and but, we shall find, Decisions ahead, leaving regrets behind. With Atticus Finch's courage, we shall navigate, Through this difficult path and curvy strait, Breaking free from the quagmire's hold, A door to new horizons as mysteries unfold.