Hope
Filtered light
Through the canopy
Upon my face
Lifted hand to the sky
I dream in an ensemble of colors
And a cacophony of hopes
Directing clouds
With only one finger
I'm a maestro
And for once I realize
That maybe I am worthwhile
And not a waste
With a smile
I'm bathed in radiance
And filled with hope
One last song of healing
No more regression
I dictate my own destiny
And I know now
The hardest person to love
Is yourself
Filtered hope
Through the canopy
Upon my soul
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2018
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