On Gossamer Wings of Hope

Yesterday, I was a Phoenix
               with clipped wings;
              beset by pessimism,
              I couldn't rise alone.

             I was buried so deep
     under a heap of smothering ash
       I found myself gasping for air,
            crying out for salvation.

        I was swallowed in the abyss
   of fatalism, I cried out for you, hope,
then you swooped down and took me up!
      Today, just look at us! I'm flying...

    so high on your wings miraculously;
           we're now soaring across
       oceans and towering mountains. 
                   Praise the Lord! 

           Though brittle your wings,
          I feel no fear as I clutch on, 
         for I have faith in your flight
        My freedom is now unfettered.

                I'm clutching tightly... 
            on your gossamer wings 
         as you float above the clouds.  
         My freedom is now unfettered.



Date written: 03/01/2020

allegoryfaithfreedomhopeinspirationfree verse

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