Hopeful
As I stare out of my bedroom window into the darkness,
I begin to think about what might bring me happiness.
Is it the quietness of the subtle dark night, illuminating with a tinge of blue light?
Is it the peacefulness of non existent sounds or the bellowing of the far away hounds?
I too long for some type of answer as to what we are going through.
Do I block out the sad details of what we know to be true?
Or do I breath deeply, relax, take in the night air and try not to care?
I cannot pinpoint exactly what is going on around me.
Do I close my eyes and try to pretend not to see?
Or shall I continue to be careful, grateful and mindful and remain hopeful?
I think the latter is all I can be,
until we all can truly see and someday, yes, one-day, we will all be free.
Let us all enjoy happiness within!
This is a lovely poem that my mom
wrote:).
Copyright © Daniel Sweatt | Year Posted 2020
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