Hope that Never Dies

There was once a time

I felt nothing was mine

Wanted to grab a knife

And take my own life

 

I searched through and through

Wanted to find something true

Needed a reason to feel

Something that would heal

 

This broken heart of mine

Felt I wasn’t worth a dime

Nothing in me would shine

Was my soul even mine

 

The darkness I felt

Whipped me hard like a belt

I was tossing and turning

A burden to bear in this nightmare

 

There was one thing, something

Not nothing but everything

What helped me cope

Was a wonderful hope

 

I then began to realize

There was something in my eyes

It was a nice surprise

When I saw hope that never dies

 

© Isaiah Barber

 

Excerpt from “Path to Serenity, Phoenix”

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