Find the Light

The hopeful walks alone

down the barren, broken path,

hoping that some light

will be at the end.

Every week,

it is the same,

the hopeful walks

the hopeful reaches the end

and it is not as she expected.

Yet, she turns back,

saying to herself,

“next week I’ll find it;

next week I’ll find the light.”

But next week comes,

and next week goes,

the same as next week does.

Each time,

the hopeful tries to maintain her façade

of someone who knows

that they will find light.

But deep down,

she’s coming to grips

with the fact

that maybe she’ll never

find the light.

Still, she clings to her hope,

that maybe �"

just maybe �"

She’ll find her light.