Christopher Goss Poet Free verse

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

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Andrea Dietrich August 28, 2018 at 5:57 PM Though I do not agree that the hardest person to love is oneself, I LOVE this poem and the way you orchestrated the verses. Wonderful! Christopher Goss August 28, 2018 at 6:01 PM Yeah I think for some people it's easier to love yourself than it is for others.

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh August 26, 2018 at 11:32 PM Nature and hope.Nicely written. Christopher Goss August 27, 2018 at 1:18 PM Thank you.