Poem: Looking for Hope

I went looking for my hope today,

Along forgotten roads of yesterday,

Through quiet rooms where shadows stay,

And dreams once bright had slipped away.

I searched the dawn before the sun,

The places where my fears had run,

The empty spaces left undone,

The battles lost, the victories won.

I called its name into the rain,

Through every memory, every pain,

Believing I might search in vain,

Yet listening for its voice again.

Then in a moment soft and small,

A bird’s song rose beyond the wall,

A gentle light touched evening’s fall,

And hope was there—not lost at all.

It had not vanished, nor departed,

It lived inside this weary-hearted,

Waiting patiently where I started,

A quiet flame, still uncharted.

So now I walk, though unsure where,

With scars I carry and burdens bear,

For hope is not found only there—

It’s the reason I continue anywhere.

Thank-you for reading.

Brenda Marie