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Reflections on Hope

I dived, escaping endlessly.

By Kisama Riyo Published 2 years ago • 2 min read

In the secret of my life and the rest of the creatures

What I touched my truth and what I got, I got

So my dream became to immigrate where I belong

From here I saw my path has no limit

For the past pulls me and hides it from me

All that taught me, I did not seek it

So I sailed without a compass and without hope

Passing my way to rest from its woes

My fear was of it and I did not ruminate for it

I dived, fleeing endlessly

Wandering aimlessly, doubting my tricks

For no matter how much I ignored it, it pursued me with the grip of regret

I stifled my sighs and hid my tears from me

Hoping to find a warm embrace there where

I will live far from the nets of those memories

For I will not return to its cold bars

And my mind does not yearn to talk about it

So I became more hateful of everything that passed from it

And when I became behind its mirage

I no longer remember that I came from it

And to it Longing shakes me or looms

And my mind no longer reproaches me no matter how much I search

For hope I became an ambassador when I won with it

So love, goodness and faith embraced me

When I left the bridge where I was contemplating

Searching for places of tranquility and generosity

There I settled where my hope lived

There I met myself and my soul repented

There I saw myself riding the palanquin of the nobles

From there I will never look back

For I am not a dreamer of everything I do not realize

And I do not seek a land in which there is no good

But I am happy with everything that time has bestowed upon me

For life is less than what we desire and what we cling to

And not everything we aspire to in it we achieve

But with hope and what is less than it comes relief

And everyone longs to catch up with the bandwagon but

The winds of fate surprise us with what we do not expect

For when the sun sets, tomorrow is the time of sunrise

And they are only hopes for the days that remain

For if they go, it is as if they never were

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About the Creator

Kisama Riyo

I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.

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    Written by Kisama Riyo