To That Tiny Bulb Called HOPE
- megloke76
- Dec 26, 2022
- 1 min read
Sometimes…When…
The Wait is too long
Then from your innate light
“Let fire flies be born!”
Maybe it’s a tiny bulb of Hope
You’ve held all along
Maybe the light seems painted
Like A Forgotten Artist’s song
Maybe Coco knows!
How silently his mamma weeps
Like whisperings of dew drop fairies
On her life’s torn pages
For his love held her
Even as darkness tried to swallow
Those Last Speckles of light
Like some Forgotten landscape
Of some forgotten people
Some Music still lays buried inside
As the swell of brain fog drains life force
From the pores of her skin
She wonders;
“Why has God kept me here…”
Yet, There aren’t any Straight answers to give
& when that light dwindles
& she can’t go on anymore
Coco breathes music to her dying notes
Maybe
The wait is toooo long
Maybe….
Someday, You’ll be ready to listen to her song,
This lil piece of Heart; Of Coco & God
That she Wishes to leave behind
As this tiny bulb called
H O P E
.
ForCoco
I Miss U Dearly
©️Meghna/2022
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