When Hope Brings Change
I won't stop holding your cold hand, honey...
until it gets warm and you can love fearlessly
without shaking and being in doubt,
not too sure how to beat distrust;
I can protect you from everything
and from his shouts of madness,
confide in me saying what bothers
and troubles you, don't hide anything...
I'll turn fright into pure delight!
When hope brings change, it's a good start
to rebuild dreams buried in shallow dust;
fighting is worthless and meaningless
without feeling the pain in the gut,
showing the strength of courageous individuals
who despite many obstacles turned out to be winners!
You can imitate them or ignore their glory,
it's better to be on their side and cheer;
when hope brings change, you'll think differently...
what seemed dark will become brighter than morning,
what was hard to grasp will have a deeper meaning:
feel the joy they feel, don't turn a deaf ear!
When change brings hope unexpectedly,
all ugliness takes on a form of beauty!
This poem was written on 7/11/2021 inspired by the Azzurri
for the victory of Italy over England.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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