Monday, 11 May 2015

Hope-on, Hope-off

Maybe there is some hope outside
Though nowhere near mangroves
A hope I cannot see
A hope I cannot breathe
A hope I cannot feel
This hope is omnipresent
Yet I do not sense its presence
It exists in the seventh fold
It hides behind a dead end
It lies inside a hollow bone
Guess this hope has its roots hidden
In a place I cannot reach.


~Poem 11

Which way is it?
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source: Google images)