Artwork Description:
Published poetry: HOPE(To have hope is to have love for ourselves good or bad.
We live both, when we point a finger at someone else there are three pointing back at ourself )
I sit; and in the silence I hear my breath
The beat of a wounded soldier
The humming of the many voices of parts yet to be unleashed
They in turn pierce through the ongoing existence of turmoil
Without and within
Their words linger in boastfulness as their chaos prevails
This sense of senselessness
Of pure idealism ruptures all that aches to reveal
A sense of pureness is grasped and taken
Within the soul of eminent need
It is harbored and nurtured
Like a child within the mothers womb
A hope that enables the release of all the hurts, wants, joys and fears
This efficacy no doubt is that which will rise up and embrace
A new beginning of each day
Within each hour
Each minute
Each second
Of a life once broken yet on the mend
Hope lies within all
It is but for each to reach out
Grab it
And claim it as their own