Hope

I’m stranded in a dessert, dark and quiet.
There is turbulence around me; I feel it in my bones.
I feel a shudder, emptiness takes over;
It is as though my time has come.
I feel the ground beneath me quiver, it confuses me.
I’m in a prison, in the midst of this lonely dessert.
I’m imprisoned in my mind, it is empty here, but not quiet.
I’m surrounded by disappointment, dread and failure.
My past is the prison guard, keeping me caged with an overwhelming force.
This feels like a constant battle, one without hope.
What a funny thing, hope is.
It’s a four letter word, with the power to make or break.
I’m stranded in a prison of my own device, with walls so high;
I cannot see a way out.
There is however, a small circle of light at the top of this prison.
Each day I climb a little higher towards the light.
Each day, I defeat one guard, one demon at a time;
Each day I get a little closer.
My only hope is that one day, I will reach the top;
One day I will finally walk away from this prison in this lonely dessert.
In my heart, I keep hope alive;
In my mind; a picture of how beautiful this world can be.
I will reach the top and walk away, my past left as a painful yet blissful memory.
A reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always light.
Maybe I’ll go to a city full of people when I get out.
Maybe I’ll climb a mountain.
Maybe I’ll surf or swim under beautiful water.
I don’t know where I’m going yet, but I’m sure it will be beautiful.
Hope is beautiful;
Life is beautiful.
~S.C