I realise that I havent posted anything since July of last year.
Unfortunately, there have been other things that had taken the forefront of the space allotted in my brain.
Some emotional (Judging by the last poem I DID write).
Some work related (Yes, I had a change in careers. From "unemployed" to "employed")
All momentous.
Incidentally, I've also started drawing more.
Much like poetry, It was not a skill I thought I possessed.
But here we are, and we are working on improving that as well. Unlike the poems, I wont be posting the uploads here, as of now - they're all on my instagram, among other entries.
But I am here today, once more, for a new poem. I am still working on the final part of "Throne of the forest" and nearing completion. So instead, I present to you a different poem, one more allegorical in nature.
This one is called "Yet, Hope Remains". The inspiration comes from the notion of "The light will come eventually", and how to get through the night. I've had these days and nights, especially recently, so anecdotally at least, that the light eventually comes back.
As always, please let me know what you think, and where I can improve.
I'll try and keep the writing a bit more consistent as well, on my part.
Take care,
Critique,
And have a great week.
"Yet Hope Remains"
Lights are dim, and falling fast:
Twilight falls on flailing wings.
Yet, hope remains. Though, will it last?
Through this song the darkness sings.
'Ere dawn returns, we breathe the cold,
in shallow breaths, and beating hearts.
Yet, hope remains, as tales unfold,
in songs of dark skies as lights departs.
Blushing skies, with crimson streaks,
and thousand voices awake at last.
Yet, hope remained, under starry peaks,
as we sing now, that the darkness passed.
