Wings of hope
I dont know exactly
What it is
This thing that keeps me going
When all I want to do is let go.
The outside core turned indifferent and numb
But truly inside these feelings are ever more alive
Killing my soul from the gladness it shone
Once in the days when love was simple and home.
I can’t see the future
The picture is blurred
That pot o’gold in a rainbows end
Just seems now so absurd.
With happiness being once a while
Togetherness a few
Seldomness has come to be
Around everyone and you.
But still I find myself hanging on wings of hope
That cradle what once was true
In the desire of one day again becoming
What I know of what I knew.
(Moara F Lacerda – April 10 2014)