Bare Hope

We're all born into this world, into fluorescence with hope.

Do not weep
feel at ease
once upon a time
starts as life begins.

With open arms
embracing light
as we slide
into fluorescence.

Those milky eye's
innocent and open
soon will age
with adolescence

Yet be hopeful
do not despair
raise your heart
to give like the son.

Author's Note

This is my newest piece, I sat on here writing it so I would love some open and critical thought :). Hope you liked this, branching out my poetry.

Reviews

[J.]

Describing ones aging progress to that of like a child is amazing! It tells me how we grow from a child to almost being a child-like mind again! You speak again of hope, giving the reader the message not to give up, and how things will get better over time. Until then, hold onto that hope, and carry it with us for the moment when everything falls into place once again. Life can throw many daggers of struggle at us, but we can overcome them no matter where they come from.

And this is my constructive critical thought of this piece.

Thank you