Poetry

Soliloquy Of Hope

Frayed edges weary and raw
from fighting unseen battles.
Uncertainty clouds, rain pours down.
Weary troops bunker in for the night –
another day, another fight.

Songs hummed from trenches
fill the dreary night with
beacons of hope.
Melodies, the soliloquy of another life
a distant memory.

When battle ends what becomes of men
weary and scarred from the fight?
That distant life is no longer – that
which they were is gone.
What next?

Hope gives birth to new dawn,
a re-creation.
Embraced only in the letting go,
grief of what has gone before,
from death, new life emerges.

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