Catharsis: 365 days of poetry

37: Hope

Uncertain days, days long gone with uncertainty. Wondering about the existence of unity.

An end above the skyline awaits, waiting for the edge of the night. Hoping it exists with all my might.

Another tomorrow, today is gone as tomorrow we prevail. Another day to tell the tale.

Do you ever catch a thought... or does the thought ever catch you? About the times you waited for hope in your next blue.