Texture of Hope

hope

Sometimes it comes without warning,

like that elusive rainbow

after the pouring rain

When your defenses are down

just for a day, it sneaks in

like a cool breeze on a scorching day

Other times, when judgement’s hammer

is about to fall, it rescues you like

a lifeline in an angry sea

When nothing and everything meld

in a suffocating fog, it cuts

with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel

Time, perhaps the outskirts of time,

becomes tightly braided with its essence

gifting light to darkness

Hope, soft and soothing,

insistent and irrefutable,

provides just enough texture to sustain



photo: The Blue Diamond Gallery

prompts: Fiery Verse, Ravensveil, Writerswrite/Zuenchii

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