Monday, October 15, 2012

Hopefulness


"Fight with your bare hands", they say. "I'm no coward", answers the boy to himself. Inside, a fire burns; the battle is calling for him. There's no room for fear now and he closes his eyes. Breathing doesn't help. Whispering voices; consuming memories. He wants to become a man worthy of her love.

Poor Nightingale, morning sorrows of past. "What's the problem? You've got a lot of nerve!" there's still those who encourage him. In a letter is written "I'm rooting for you"; hope is given by a friend. One another says "Your dream is out there waiting for you". He wants to believe, yes he does.

So what happens now? Holding nothing but the will to carry on he wishes to find an ending for the pain. Found in serious trouble, what is left for him is to pray.

Maybe tomorrow shall be a better day. Rest tonight, brave boy. Drown in the deepest ocean or fly over the highest clouds. Everything's gonna be alright. He wants to believe.

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