Darkness, gloom and doom, despair,with no view of the light they say is there
at proverbial tunnel's end. And then with just a word
or two, a ray of hope, a glimpse, relief that utters
something of hope's infancy concealed
inside of bitterness and anger, all revealed
in hateful words for days on end and when you least
expect it, an apology. An insight. A reprieve
from all the negativity, the light that shines so brightly now
which could be, sure, for all I know, a train
on a collision course with me and bringing pain
unlike I've felt before but trusting, please! it's something
else entirely. Just a breath of hope, and I can sing
until the next time when it builds up once again,
the feeling that things can't go on like this.
They can't.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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