Seed of Hope

Bravely she took his outstretched hand
And folded her own into it
He offered her solace
Peaceful rest
Beautiful lyrics
An open heart
In exchange for…. what?

He asked nothing of her
Just simply and inexplicably
Held forth his hand

A soft light shining in his eyes
Glancing down at their entwined fingers
Her heart dared to dream
Could this be?

A seed of hope planted
New life seemed to stir within her breast
Maybe this time would be different
Perhaps the years and her past
And her varied emotions and all that shit
Which she carried around with her

Nor the great distance between them
Would for just this once
Not interfere or hinder this glorious
WE they’d just begun

Maybe
Just maybe
His love would span and cover all of it

And as he lifted her chin to gaze deep
Past her tear-filled blue eyes
Right into her very heart
She thought, this time
Certainly this time, he could
Conquer her cracked and broken soul


tara caribou | ©️2018-2021 revised

Read more like this in my poetry book, Fallen Star Rising.

30 Comments on “Seed of Hope

  1. Agree, the construct of this piece is very specific but natural. Flows and punches in the right place. I love a good old hopeful outpouring, hope after all is the weapon against despair. Thank you for sharing this one Tara.

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