HOPE INTACT

​There is an irony in sight 

Where vision is concerned

That part where the blind looks forward to tomorrow

Despite all the sorrow

That part of the mind which no one borrows

No matter how shallow

Is the lid of hope

So why will I mope?


II

Even snakes, dwelling on their venom

Instill fear in beings

Even crabs, without heads

Instill fear in elephants

Even mother hens, dwelling on beaks

Try to with hawks battle in protection of their young

Even a Christmas cock has hope in stock

So I feel no mockery

As suns shine even in their twelve hour life span

So will I shine instead of whine


III

A widow, according to biblical tales

Gave her soul in her little out

Without thinking forward

Why?

Breath is not mine to give nor take

But as long as it engines my being

I will see the ship of help

Sailing towards my dock

With goodies in flock

For in the tower of living

Hope holds firm

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) August 17, 2017

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