Hope Poems

In the wilderness of depression my heart has sunk so low;
I long for a solution but I don’t know where to go.
I have this guilty complex, as if the fault were mine,
As if somehow I’d ventured through a “NO ADMITTANCE” sign.I feel I ought not be here, I’ve better things to do;
Yet I can’t seem to focus, I’m simply muddling through.
My tears are always present, appearing just at will;
I feel nobody loves me, my world is oh, so still.In crowds I feel an outcast, as if I don’t belong,
I cannot speak to strangers within a noisy throng.
My mind is all confusion, my heart is full of fear,
I can’t find any solace, what am I doing here?With haste I rush for shelter far from this mob, this crowd;
No matter what the function, they’re all so terribly loud.
Back to my silent enclave, to loneliness and pain,
To sort out troubled feelings that surface once again.

How do I cast this burden? Find peace to fill my soul?
Where do I get my answers? How do I find control?
Can someone please direct me? Can someone give me hope?
Within this darkened valley I can no longer cope.

The world’s so dark and dreary, I may decide to leave,
I’ve tried but I can’t conquer, I just cannot achieve.
If you could feel compassion, if you would be my friend,
Perhaps I’d seek renewal, perhaps my world won’t end.

I need you to stand by me, but not to criticize,
Give me a firm foundation, PLEASE! Help my soul to rise.

I’ve always viewed life from the side lines,
Just watching it passing me by.
In the past, too afraid to just let go and live,
And lately too tired to try.I’ve envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my time hiding out from the world
And searching for ways to escape.For most of my life I truly believed
I was here to help somebody else,
But now it’s so clear it was just an excuse.
To avoid living life for myself.It’s sad that our lives and the pain we endure
Can weaken our strength to move on,
But if we get lost in the scars of our past,
Without knowing our lives will be gone.

It’s true, people are disappointing,
They can turn in the blink of an eye,
But we can’t avoid hurting each other,
When we all want a chance at this life.

But there’s something I’ve learned through the wisdom of age,
A truth about all of our lives,
And that is no matter what path we each take,
In the end, we just want to survive.

So the time has now come to conquer my fears
And to stand up and face a new day.
Let the hurts of my past wash away with my tears
And stop letting my life slip away.

As you travel through life there are always those times
When decisions just have to be made,
When the choices are hard, and solutions seem scarce,
And the rain seems to soak your parade.There are some situations where all you can do
Is simply let go and move on,
Gather your courage and choose a direction
That carries you toward a new dawn.So pack up your troubles and take a step forward –
The process of change can be tough,
But think about all the excitement aheadThere might be adventures you never imagined
Just waiting around the next bend,
And wishes and dreams just about to come true
In ways you can’t yet comprehend!

Perhaps you’ll find friendships
that spring from new things
As you challenge your status quo,
And learn there are so many options in life,

Perhaps you’ll go places you never expected
And see things that you’ve never seen,
Or travel to fabulous, faraway worlds
And wonderful spots in between!

Perhaps you’ll find warmth and affection and caring
And somebody special who’s there
To help you stay cantered and listen with interest
To stories and feelings you share.

Perhaps you’ll find comfort in knowing your friends
Are supportive of all that you do,
And believe that whatever decisions you make,
They’ll be the right choices for you.

So keep putting one foot in front of the other,
And taking your life day by day…
There’s a brighter tomorrow that’s just down the road –
Don’t look back! You’re not going that way!

for Darlene Wind and James Welch

I think of Wind and her wild ways the year we had nothing to lose and lost it anyway in the cursed country of the fox. We still talk about that winter, how the cold froze imaginary buffalo on the stuffed horizon of snowbanks. The haunting voices of the starved and mutilated broke fences, crashed our thermostat dreams, and we couldn’t stand it one more time. So once again we lost a winter in stubborn memory, walked through cheap apartment walls, skated through fields of ghosts into a town that never wanted us, in the epic search for grace.

Like Coyote, like Rabbit, we could not contain our terror and clowned our way through a season of false midnights. We had to swallow that town with laughter, so it would go down easy as honey. And one morning as the sun struggled to break ice, and our dreams had found us with coffee and pancakes in a truck stop along Highway 80, we found grace.

I could say grace was a woman with time on her hands, or a white buffalo escaped from memory. But in that dingy light it was a promise of balance. We once again understood the talk of animals, and spring was lean and hungry with the hope of children and corn.

I would like to say, with grace, we picked ourselves up and walked into the spring thaw. We didn’t; the next season was worse. You went home to Leech Lake to work with the tribe and I went south. And, Wind, I am still crazy. I know there is something larger than the memory of a dispossessed people. We have seen it.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all -And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

Life is an opportunity, seize the day, live each day to the fullest.
Life is not a project, but a journey to be enjoyed.Life is a gift, accept it, enjoy it, and be happy with it.
Life is a challenge, but challenges can always be overcome.Life is to be lived, not to be dreamed.
Life is a wonder, if you sit back and be thankful.Life is a decision each of us makes, to be happy or sad.
Life is a time for new beginnings and endings.

Life is a balance, take time for play not just work.
Life is a joy for those who are optimistic.

Life is a bundle of possibilities if you just look for them.
Life is a meant to do, not to regret.
Life is no bed of roses but life is what you make it.

When everything’s darkness
And you feel so alone,
When the rain doesn’t stop
And you can’t make it home,
When it feels all is lost
And you just want to run,
It can’t rain forever.
Just wait for the sun.When family is pain,
When friends can’t be found,
When you just want to scream
But you can’t find the sound,
When it’s all your fault,
And you feel like you’re done,
Just wait for the sun.
The sunshine will come.The storm always passes.
It won’t last forever.
The rain always stops and gives way to good weather.
The brightest and warmest of days still to come.
Please wait for the sun.
The sunshine will come.People who need you,
People who still love you
Can warm up your soul like the sunshine above you.
You’re never alone,
No matter what’s done.
Wait for the sun.
Just wait for the sun.

Dark clouds always pass.
I promise you, hun.
We’re all waiting with you.
Just wait for the sun.

Lift every voice and sing
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us.
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who hast by Thy might
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand.
True to our God,
True to our native land.

For Chino

In the middle of that desert that didn’t look like sand
and sand only,
in the middle of those acacias, whiptails, and coyotes, someone yelled
“¡La Migra!” and everyone ran.
In that dried creek where 40 of us slept, we turned to each other
and you flew from my side in the dirt.

Black-throated sparrows and dawn
hitting the tops of mesquites,
beautifully. Against the herd of legs,

you sprinted back toward me,
I jumped on your shoulders,
and we ran from the white trucks. It was then the gun
ready to press its index.

I said, “freeze, Chino, ¡pará por favor!”

So I wouldn’t touch their legs that kicked you,
you pushed me under your chest,
and I’ve never thanked you.

Beautiful Chino —

the only name I know to call you by —
farewell your tattooed chest:
the M, the S, the 13. Farewell
the phone number you gave me
when you went east to Virginia,
and I went west to San Francisco.

You called twice a month,
then your cousin said the gang you ran from
in San Salvador
found you in Alexandria. Farewell
your brown arms that shielded me then,
that shield me now, from La Migra.

Like the horn you played in Catholic school
the city will open its mouth and cryout. Don’t worry ’bout nothing. Don’t mean
no thing. It will leave you stunnedas a fighter with his eyes swelled shut
who’s told he won the whole damn purse.It will feel better than any floor
that’s risen up to meet you. It will rise

like Easter bread, golden and familiar
in your grandmother’s hands. She’ll come back,

heaven having been too far from home
to hold her. O it will be beautiful.

Every girl will ask you to dance and the boys
won’t kill you for it. Shake your head.

Dance until your bones clatter. What a prize
you are. What a lucky sack of stars.

When you recover, what will you do?
When you recover, will you still be you?
Will you be stronger, will you be new,
When you recover from what you’ve been through?Can life get better than it was before?
Will you realize your dreams and improve your score?
Will people still remember your name,
Or will they forget you because they’re ashamed?Life in recovery may not be the same.
The rules may have changed in this brand new game.
You can pick up the pieces and make a new start,
And courage and hope keep you from falling apart.The world all around you seems different and changed.
Things that once were now seem out of range,
But you can recapture your life and fulfill
The dreams that were lost when you took ill.

The journey to wellness takes time and is long,
And those that get well are exceptionally strong.
For depression can kill, but you have survived.
Your goal to recover has kept you alive.

Now you’re recovered, what will you do?
You suffered and conquered and saw it through.
Back from the black and abyss of despair,
It is time to move on; it is time to care.

We have memorized America,
how it was born and who we have been and where.
In ceremonies and silence we say the words,
telling the stories, singing the old songs.
We like the places they take us. Mostly we do.
The great and all the anonymous dead are there.
We know the sound of all the sounds we brought.
The rich taste of it is on our tongues.
But where are we going to be, and why, and who?
The disenfranchised dead want to know.
We mean to be the people we meant to be,
to keep on going where we meant to go.But how do we fashion the future? Who can say how
except in the minds of those who will call it Now?
The children. The children. And how does our garden grow?
With waving hands—oh, rarely in a row—
and flowering faces. And brambles, that we can no longer allow.Who were many people coming together
cannot become one people falling apart.
Who dreamed for every child an even chance
cannot let luck alone turn doorknobs or not.
Whose law was never so much of the hand as the head
cannot let chaos make its way to the heart.
Who have seen learning struggle from teacher to child
cannot let ignorance spread itself like rot.
We know what we have done and what we have said,
and how we have grown, degree by slow degree,
believing ourselves toward all we have tried to become—
just and compassionate, equal, able, and free.All this in the hands of children, eyes already set
on a land we never can visit—it isn’t there yet—
but looking through their eyes, we can see
what our long gift to them may come to be.
If we can truly remember, they will not forget.

There is no warning rattle at the door
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer boards.
Safe in the dark prison, I know that
light slides over
the fingered work of a toothless
woman in Pakistan.
Happy prints of
an invisible time are illumined.
My mouth agape
rejects the solid air and
lungs hold. The invader takes
direction and
seeps through the plaster walls.
It is at my chamber, entering
the keyhole, pushing
through the padding of the door.
I cannot scream. A bone
of fear clogs my throat.
It is upon me. It is
sunrise, with Hope
its arrogant rider.
My mind, formerly quiescent
in its snug encasement, is strained
to look upon their rapturous visages,
to let them enter even into me.
I am forced
outside myself to
mount the light and ride joined with Hope.Through all the bright hours
I cling to expectation, until
darkness comes to reclaim me
as its own. Hope fades, day is gone
into its irredeemable place
and I am thrown back into the familiar
bonds of disconsolation.
Gloom crawls around
lapping lasciviously
between my toes, at my ankles,
and it sucks the strands of my
hair. It forgives my heady
fling with Hope. I am
joined again into its
greedy arms.

Life is no bed of roses
For roses have thorns, you see,
But handling with care and balance
Will protect from injury.All gardens have seasons of beauty
Where the flowers of our living grow
With colours and shapes aplenty
Sweet fragrance to bestow.Life’s flowers need careful tending
For all life needs sun and rain,
And Love and Faith unending
For Hope to flower again!

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.

Do not forget to hope
Though Time spins fleeting on
There is a place for all
To view the promised dawn
When Life’s full test have run
Like rivers to the sea
Do not forget to hope
And happy be.Do not forget to hope
For even when one’s life
Seems burdened down with care
And melancholy strife
Remember how the gulls
Soar beautiful and free?
Do not forget to hope
And happy be.Do not forget to hope
Nor rise above the gloom
All colours, as they say,
Are needed on Life’s Loom,
And ‘dark before the dawn’
Is truth that all may see?
Do not forget to hope
And happy be.

(A fortune cookie)

Ominous inscrutable Chinese news
to get just before Christmas,
considering my reasonable health,
marriage spicy as moo-goo-gai-pan,
career running like a not-too-old Chevrolet.
Not bad, considering what can go wrong:
the bony finger of Uncle Sam
might point out my husband,
my own national guard,
and set him in Afghanistan;
my boss could take a personal interest;
the pain in my left knee could spread to my right.
Still, as the old year tips into the new,
I insist on the infant hope, gooing and kicking
his legs in the air. I won’t give in
to the dark, the sub-zero weather, the fog,
or even the neighbors’ Nativity.
Their four-year-old has arranged
his whole legion of dinosaurs
so they, too, worship the child,
joining the cow and sheep. Or else,
ultimate mortals, they’ve come to eat
ox and camel, Mary and Joseph,
then savor the newborn babe.

In spite of war, in spite of death,
In spite of all man’s sufferings,
Something within me laughs and sings
And I must praise with all my breath.
In spite of war, in spite of hate
Lilacs are blooming at my gate,
Tulips are tripping down the path
In spite of war, in spite of wrath.
“Courage!” the morning-glory saith;
“Rejoice!” the daisy murmureth,
And just to live is so divine
When pansies lift their eyes to mine.The clouds are romping with the sea,
And flashing waves call back to me
That naught is real but what is fair,
That everywhere and everywhere
A glory liveth through despair.
Though guns may roar and cannon boom,
Roses are born and gardens bloom;
My spirit still may light its flame
At that same torch whence poppies came.
Where morning’s altar whitely burns
Lilies may lift their silver urns
In spite of war, in spite of shame.And in my ear a whispering breath,
“Wake from the nightmare! Look and see
That life is naught but ecstasy
In spite of war, in spite of death!”

Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime;
therefore we must be saved by hope.Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history;
therefore we must be saved by faith.Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone;
therefore we must be saved by love.No virtuous act is quite as virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as it is from our standpoint.
Therefore we must be saved by the final form of love which is forgiveness.

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love—
But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry—
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

There’s a dark and a troubled side of life.
There’s a bright, there’s a sunny side, too.
Tho’ we meet with the darkness and strife
The sunny side we also may view.
Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life.
It will help us ev’ry day, it will brighten all the way
If we’ll keep on the sunny side of life.The storm and its fury broke today,
Crushing hopes that we cherish so dear;
Clouds and storms will, in time, pass away.
The sun again will shine bright and clear.Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life.
It will help us ev’ry day, it will brighten all the way
If we’ll keep on the sunny side of life.Let us greet with the song of hope each day
Tho’ the moment be cloudy or fair.
Let us trust in our Saviour away
Who keepeth everyone in His care.

Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life.
It will help us ev’ry day, it will brighten all the way
If we’ll keep on the sunny side of life.

If Only…
A prayer was held in our nation,
Beauty was seen in more ways than one,
Children who are lost could find their salvation,
Death was slain and torture was done.If Only…
Earth was awakened after years of endurance,
Forgotten feelings were rekindled anew,
God was man’s only path and assurance,
Hope was the foundation of the world we knew.If Only…
I knew more stories than those that were told,
Joy was a plague, and peace a disease,
Knowledge was worth more than silver and gold,
Love was sacred and endless as the seas.If Only…
Miracles were seen more than daylight,
Never was replaced with forever,
Our eyes could see through the dark of the night,
Passion lived in us more than ever.

If Only…
Questions were answered, and answers were questioned,
Roses were pure and without thorns,
Sadness received only love and affection,
The empty knew why it was they were born.

If Only…
Us as a nation would join hands in song,
Victory was a gift to the humble,
When tears were shed, the earth felt strong,
Exalted men would fall and crumble.

If Only…
You and I would last forever.

If Only…

Hope keeps us going
even when the answers are not knowing.
No matter what is going on
Hope can let us look forward to the new dawn.The saying “this too shall pass”
Gives us hope in mass.
Life is full of ups and downs
We must keep hope and not frown.Hope for better days
Is a good prayer to pray.
Focus on your blessings
Don’t just sit and be stressing.Never lose your hope
Hoping and action lets you cope.
Having hope helps live move on
By focusing on the good, your problems will be gone.

Despite the storms,
beauty arrives like
it was always going to.
Despite the darkness,
the light returns.
Despite your loss,
your heart will be
full again.
Despite the breaking,
your heart will feel
like it belongs in the
land of joy once more.
This is how it will
always be. Keep living.

We don’t have any rights; we’re merely given privileges,
We’re here but for the briefest span of time.
We’re given to believe that we’ll be here forever,
We have the means to make our lives sublime.We treat the earth as though we were its maker,
We disregard rules to help keep it pure.
Abuse is so rampant, the evidence destructive,
It’s obvious that this cannot endure.Why have we turned so selfish? Why is it we destroy?
The very essence of what gives us life.
Don’t we see tomorrow is part of today’s great plan?
We need to change our ways of greed and strife.

God made us protectors to sow and plough the fields,
To reap the harvest and prepare to share,
Not to think we are owners, or that we might have the power,
But to show unto others that we care.

If we destroy the planet because of our of our neglect,
If we cause damage that we can’t repair,
In future generations the blame will fall on us,
The damage done will drive us to despair.

Wake up and test the waters; there may still be a way,
To turn the tide that seems to swing uphill.
Take stock of your perspectives; think not where you’ve gone wrong,
And fight the battle with your might and will.

Perhaps there’s still an answer, an avenue of hope,
It could be that you’ll turn this thing around.
The project is worth trying, you must do all you can;
Who knows, through you an answer may be found.

First day of the New Year.
It’s time to shine for a new day.
Forget your past,
Your sorrow, your pain.
New ideas are waiting ahead.
It’s time to recall all your memories,
Beautiful dreams that remain uncovered,
Painful parts of life when your heart gets crushed.
But don’t be afraid.
The future is in your hand.
Hold it in your hand.
Start your race,
A new journey,
That leads you to success.
You will rise again
You will shine again.
Happy New Year!

The ladder of prayer is the way to the Lord,
It’s taken one step at a time.
Salvation is instant, but growing is not;
The way can be steep, hard to climb.Instant solutions don’t often occur,
The lessons of life must be borne.
The purging fire that strengthens the soul
May leave you tattered and torn.Your tears might flow, your heart distressed,
You feel you cannot hold on.
It’s then that prayer connects to the faith
When you felt that all hope was gone.

God never leaves His child alone,
God never walks away.
He knows your needs before you ask,
He always hears when you pray.

Don’t give up if you can’t see
His answer right away,
But trust the fact that God is there,
Alongside you every day.

Often we can’t see
The beauty in the pain.
Often we can’t see
The treasure we gain.Often we can’t see
Pain has an ending.
Often others can’t see
Our hearts are breaking.Often we just see
The mountain of blame.
Often it’s a journey
Full of lies and shame.

Take heart, dear little one.
The scars will heal in time.
I know it weighs a ton,
But you’ll be fine.

Listen, my love.
The mountain is strenuous.
There comes hope from above;
Take heart and be courageous.

Oh Lord, I am so far in debt, there’s no way I can pay.
And yet, my creditors demand, accounting every day.
It’s come at last to strike with fear that all I have I’ll lose.
I know not where to turn for help. I know not what to choose.My nights are sleepless, drained of rest, I ponder my dark fate;
I walk the floor, I grind my teeth, when will despair abate?
Each avenue that I have tried, the burden has increased,
I weep at what’s befallen me. Can I not be released?Whose loving arms can comfort me? Whose voice can draw me near?
And give me courage to go on, to bring a note of cheer?
A still small voice, a clear reply, I hear respond to me:
“Oh, child, My child, Why do you fret for things you cannot see?

The trials that you are facing now are meant to make you grow,
To strengthen faith, to draw you near, to help you fight the foe.”
With every fragrant rose that blooms the thorns embrace the stem,
Yet no one would refuse a rose – the sweetest, purest gem.

‘Tis hardships that refine the gold, makes perfect every grain,
‘Tis fire heated to it’s peak that melts and moulds for gain.
The leaves that fall from autumn trees and makes the tree look dead
Are fodder for the next year’s growth, with which the fruit is fed.

When forests are besieged by fire and flames engulf the land
The dust and ashes that remain will sprout new life again.
Oh yes, we shrink from hurt and pain, avoiding trials and tears,
But there’s no better way for growth then days touched by earth’s fears.

For in your weakness you’re made strong, through trusting in God’s grace,
And by and by you’ll understand when climaxed is earth’s race.
Your questions will be answered then, your trials will be no more,
Perfection, joy, eternal peace, are yours on heaven’s shore.

To get through life you have to endure as a tree does.
When Mother Nature tries to bring you down,
You will never fall; you will stand your ground.
You will encounter burning flames.
Yes, it will be painful and hard,
But once it’s over and done with,
Your bark will grow back stronger than ever.
When your leaves start to slowly leave,
Never fret, there will be more to take their place.
They’ll come and go throughout your life,
That’s just how it is.
From the time you’re a seedling to the time you’re mature,
Your roots will always be there to support you.
After many years,
After enduring forest fires and changing leaves,
Your own saplings will fall away to start anew.
Then you’ll know not to worry,
They’ll grow into tall, strong trees,
Just like those before you.

I’m sitting in God’s waiting room, I’m hoping for attention;
I’ve been here for a long, long while; a time I cannot mention.
Because the years have crept along and still I plead for healing,
It seems the answers do not come, to me there’s no revealing.I long to hear that still, small voice tell me it’s not forever;
Soon all my pain will God dispel, my misery He will sever.
Maybe, like Paul, I need this thorn, I know there is a reason,
I’d be contented if I knew, no matter time or season.It’s patience that I’m pleading for, a quiet understanding;
Though healing would be wonderful, it’s not what I’m demanding.
As long as God walks by my side, as long as He’s my soul mate,
As long as He’s my constant Guide, it’s by His grace that I’ll wait.

No better place, no higher ground, can give the peace that He brings;
Through trials, tears and hurting heart my hope alone to Him clings.

The blossom will always grow.
The seasons will always change.
People come and go,
Their shadows comforting and strange.The flowers will always bloom
Once the darkness subsides.
When every corner is filled with gloom,
Remember the sun just hides.Brighter days will follow.
Earth will keep moving.
Look for the brighter color.
Help lift the darkness looming.

Breathe in the air around us.
Close your eyes for a minute’s rest.
Live life for those who guided us,
For this moment is just a test.

You will get stronger.
Days will get longer.
Hope will flourish,
Memories to cherish.

Society seems in a mess.
Mothers cry, while fathers stress.
To be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your faceEvery day the papers show
that crime and rape did upward go.
The things done in laboratories
are stashed away in lavatories.Drugs and sex aren’t hard to find.
It seems as if the world’s gone blind,
for what the people fail to see
is messing up society.

As dads no longer head their home
and kids all sit and chat by phone.
What once to all has been a home
is looking like a war-torn zone.

No longer do you find that kids
are playing in the park,
for it’s become a hideout place
for gangsters after dark.

What once was right now seems so wrong.
No more joy and no more song,
as what this all was meant to be
lies buried in a cemetery.

By telling you these things my aim
is not to make you mad.
It’s just to tell another truth,
which soon will make you glad.

Amidst the chaos of this world,
of hurt, despair, and pain
and hate along with treachery
all done for selfish gain.

There’s this one thing I know of,
believe with all my heart,
that when I bend my knees to pray
my God will make a way.

I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells me not to give up
As she believes my efforts will never go in vain.When the paths are not clear
And I am surrounded by fear,
She holds my trembling hands and says,
Oh dear, don’t you worry, good days are near!So one day I finally asked her
How can be you so optimistic about everything?
Smiling at my naive face she said,
Just like after gloomy night comes bright day,
Just like after every storm comes the calm,
Through ups and downs, life always goes on.

She made me believe in miracles,
Gave strength to my wings.
No matters how impossible they may seem,
I can now fly high and achieve my dream.

She is the reason I always smile.
I never give up, I never blame
Because I have an invisible friend,
And Hope is her name!

If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
remember brighter skies are on their way.A breath of air can blow the clouds away;
thoughts, like clouds, can drift aloft at will,
if you awake to one more dreary day.If some stubborn clouds should decide to stay,
their shadows causing something of a chill,
remember brighter skies are on their way.

Search out old memories; you’ll find that they
help lift your spirits up and linger still,
if you awake to one more dreary day.

Memories, like sunshine, do not stay at bay;
their warmth and love your empty heart will fill.
Remember brighter skies are on their way.

Sunny days arrive with a great “hurray”
with further magic moments to instill.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
remember brighter skies are on their way.

H is for Having it as a relief after a bad day.
O is for Order it keeps in you in life’s way.
P is the Price for it that the artists pay.
E is the Emotions that has all their say.

I am learning to find hope
in the smallest and most unexpected places
like the whispers through the forest
and the velvet evening sky
and the way your love is bringing back
all the parts of my soul I thought I had lost.

In every walk you take
There will always be a bad day.
When tears kept flowing
From failures and disappointments,
From sufferings and broken heart,
It’s okay; no worries.
Everyone finds it tough.
Even if living is hard,
You’ll survive and you’ll remember
How you’ve fought and not how it hurts.
Breathe in the laughter and cherish the tears,
For tomorrow may be the best day,
And today is only the beginning.
Just hang on and keep going.
Cry if you must, and whine you can’t,
For every master is once a disaster,
So don’t give up.
Be brave and believe,
For you are strong and you will fight.
Be the champion of yourself,
For you deserve nothing but the best.
Start living today and leave the past behind.
Say goodbye to sorrowful tears.
Keep going without hesitation.
You’ll pull it off, just wait and see.
One more time, one more try.
You’ll see the light.
Wake up, stand up, and live life!

Floating, heart askew
In the dark, deep tunnel of nothing
Claw with every cell of me
Reach out for anger, greed, sorrow
Not the alone, gray, empty
Tiny shred of light
I wait for, hope for
A delusion there to help
Hold my hand tighter
Around the severing rope
My only tie to the world
A better life, twinkle dust
Of joy, love, a home
No more tears, aching soul
For a touch to hold on
Until then hope for, wait for
The tiny shred of love.

When I look at you,
What I see
Is a girl who’s scared
Just to beHerself,
True.
Why is different
So foreign to you?I’ve watched you struggle,
Seen you cry,
Stared at your face,
Hope no longer in your eye.

I’m trying to help.
Just let me in.
This kind of fight
You cannot win.

At least
Not alone.
Take my hand,
And we’ll go home.

Don’t let them say
What they say.
You’re stronger than that,
At least I know, anyway.

It’s going to be hard.
Just don’t give up.
I’ve seen miracles
Very close up.