Desperate Hope
The moon, a lantern in the velvet sky,
Watches with wistful, sorrowful eye.
Its searching light, a guiding star,
Illuminates the depths of wounds that mar.
Desperate hope, like a seed in barren ground,
Yearns for life; its whispers resound.
A lighthouse in a storm, fierce and wild,
Guiding lost souls with courage undefiled.
In unseen battles, deep within the heart,
Desperation dances, tearing worlds apart.
Yet, amidst the turmoil, a glimmer shines,
A beacon of hope, as precious as old wine.
Desperate hope heralds a brighter tomorrow.
It paints the night with hues of golden fire,
Igniting dreams, with passion to inspire.
Cherish hope, though desperate it may seem,
For it carries strength beyond what we deem.
In the darkest hours, where shadows creep,
Desperate hope lingers, eternally deep.
Copyright © Jeanine Dejesus | Year Posted 2023
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