Hope and Peace
While walking amongst an angry crowd,
trying to escape the turmoil surrounding me,
Hope appeared. I took her arm;
She guided me through the chaos.
In the sea of mayhem, we were separated, I lost sight of her.
Frantic and overwhelmed; dizzy with the shifting of the crowd,
a small opening appeared; I maneuvered my way towards it.
As I stumbled, the opening changed direction;
an exit pattern laid out before me.
Focusing on the exit, I realized I had not lost Hope,
she was clearing the way for me.
With the roar of the crowd behind me,
Hope and Peace stood before me.
Originally written: June 2016 for Paula Dyer after the tragic loss of her husband, John Dyer.
Date: Jan. 7, 2022 entered in Brian Strand Poetry Contest
Placed 1st in contest
Date: Feb. 3, 2022 entered in Hope Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani
Placed 3rd in contest
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2022
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