Hope

My heavy heart pours out its cries
from the awful words and mockeries
thrown at me, but I’ll rise
Like the break of dawn.

I find myself entangled in hurdles
and frustration,
having taken my little chuckles
With the feeling of dejection.

People I loved
have come and gone
but the world never stopped
so I carried on.

Standing on my feet
to fight defeat,
to replant my heart with
hope’s lovely seed.

If hope reigns forever
In thy heart,
My hands shall prosper.