Hope is the moon


Hope is the moon
waxing and waning
A sliver in the dark
growing within me
burgeoning day after day
until its silvery brightness
sets me aglow
Then it fades
leaving me grasping
at straws as the light
gradually recedes, merging
into the black backdrop
of silently lurking despair

The moon will bloom again
But hopes once deflated
plunge into the unseen abyss
For them there is no resurrection

© 2015 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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