The Power of Hope
I'm climbing the mountain it's cold and wet,
with no companion I'm not completely set.
It's steep but I'm anxious to get up there,
I hear the scenery is beautiful and rare.
Step by step I make my way up,
I take the last sip from the plastic cup.
My foot slips and I land with a thud,
now my leg is gushing with blood.
It was dripping down, the sound of rainfall,
my leg is oh so very painful.
I seek shelter in a nearby hut,
it's getting worse and worse this aching cut.
It's getting dark, the sky starts to dim,
I walk through the hut with my broken limb.
I lay on the cold damp floor,
no windows, a straw wall and half a door.
The roars of the thunder outside scare,
I almost feel like I'm trapped in a nightmare.
I sit in the tiny corner and mope,
all I can do now is pray and hope.
The grumbles of the storm get more and more worse,
with my broken leg all I wish for is a nurse.
In my heart I know rescue will come,
but in the meantime for comfort, I suck my thumb.
The morning arrives,
my instinct tells me I will survive.
I don't believe it, Could it be?!
The sounds of a helicopter come to rescue me.
Copyright © Lily Lloyd | Year Posted 2011
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