When shadows fall and truth seems lost,
Beneath the weight of lies’ great cost,
A spark ignites, though faint, it burns,
The wheel of justice slowly turns.
The webs of falsehood twist and bind,
Yet truth resides within the mind.
Through every doubt, through every fight,
Its steady glow defies the night.
In darkest hours, strength is found,
When silence echoes all around.
A voice emerges, clear and true,
Revealing what was always due.
The path is hard, the journey steep,
Through buried secrets, lies that creep.
But hope persists, a flame unseen,
It fights for all that might have been.
So when despair begins to call,
And doubt seems stronger than it all,
Remember this: the light will show,
For truth and hope are bound to grow.
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Whether seeking justice, understanding, or peace, let this be your reminder: darkness is not the end. Breakthroughs are born in perseverance, and the truth, no matter how deeply buried, has a way of rising to the surface. Hold onto hope—it is the light that will guide you through.
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Poetry Prompt:
Friday Writings #153: My cup runneth over
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Hope is much needed but that wheel of justice sometimes turns a bit to slow....
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rajani. Yes, toooooo slow most of the time.
DeleteThere is much truth in this, but it is the darkness others suffer which I find hardest to reconcile with — the victims of war, for instance. I don't think I have deserved my good fortune or they their misfortune — still, I try to remind myself that as I do have a good life it would be wasteful for me, and useless to those others, not to appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind words, Rosemary.
DeleteThank you for this positive poem. The light will shine through the cracks of darkness. Prayers good deeds and love for all those who suffer.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rall.
DeleteYour words are hopeful and that is as we should be. But it is also stunning how humankind so willingly time after time lets in the darkness at their own peril.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Penelope.
DeleteTruth and hope are bound to grow...for some of us at least. May they grow well in all of us here.
ReplyDeleteAmen to that, Priscilla. Thank you.
DeleteThis heartfelt and beautiful ... thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen.
DeleteThank you for sharing this, Bing. It is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Purple Pen in Portland.
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