In the darkest of days, joy shines through cautiously
Like a snake slithering through the grass
With poised ease as it seeks it prey
Hope takes a measured gasp with sunbeams that shine down
Guiding the light to a small beast
In an instant, the snake launches to attack
Does hope die then?
No, the small beast gets away unscathed
It lives another day though darkness lingers never far
Joy shouts I am alive to meet another day
Therefore the small creature can go evermore hopeful
So shall we go, full of hope even if darkness slowly follows.
About the Creator
Crystal Neal
Hello, my name is Crystal Neal. I have been writing for over twenty years, with a focus on short stories and poems. I am an aspiring writer and one day wish to write a full length novel.
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