In a world where chaos is booming and living is at the expense of death’s credibility, what shall we anchor our hope to?
At the smile of the rising sun, we make new plans, strategize and plunge into the unknown, with hope as our lens
Somewhere between doubt and faith hangs the magic to our productivity and the desire to succumb to success
If we let the world and its chaos govern our outcome, then we are weak and poor in sight, for the world is blind to the faith we pursue
Slanderous and suffocating is the voice of the shadows that seek our fall, but they make the mind of the courageous thicker and hopeful
As our hearts grasp the fertility of our visions, encompassing the green of a better life, let us cling to the truth of our existence and nurture the happiness that drives our determination.
By Ruth Brodrick. All rights reserved ©. This prose poem should not be shared or used without the author’s permission.