Hope in the Shadows

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

A pocketful of sunshine and 

Collateral Damage

 

Sometimes the hardest battles to survive are the ones you never signed up to fight. 

𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮: caught in a war that was never mine, bearing scars I didn’t deserve.

A pocketful of sunshine and 

The Waiting Grief

 

Image credit: sun_art

The truth may take time, but it will eventually come, as long as you keep your heart open to it.

There is a grief that never quiets,

not with time, not with tears.

It sits like stone within the heart,

waiting patiently for years.

A life left empty, words unspoken,

truths that hide behind the dark.

I carry memories, frayed and broken,

and bear this hollow, aching mark.

They call it “moving on”—but I remain

rooted in moments left unclear.

Though I’ve forgiven, though I’ve grown,

the echo of injustice lingers here.

I wait for answers, watch and listen,

as shadows shift, as truths arise.

For what goes around returns again,

and all that’s hidden meets the light.

There’s no revenge in this quiet strength,

no joy in watching others fall.

Only a hope that peace will come,

and lay its hands upon us all.

A pocketful of sunshine and 

Whisper of the Leaf

 

Taken from "[what if a much of a which of a wind]" by E. E. Cummings

Silent and still on the darkened path,

A lone leaf rests from its journey past.

Once it soared in heights above,

Now it lies below, in quiet love.

Veins etched deep, stories told,

A life once vivid, now grown bold.

It holds a grace, both soft and slight,

A fleeting mark in fading light.

The trees behind, a distant blur,

Stand tall and strong, yet do not stir.

And here it sleeps, its tale complete,

A gentle end, serene and sweet.

Poetry Prompt:

Reflection by Melissa Lemay at dVerse Poets Pub

A pocketful of sunshine and