Hope Recovered

On February 21 this year, it will be 6 years that I wrote the first draft of this which proves to myself that life is my inspiration most of the time...

I remember

When I thought

That I had lost Hope

Forever

I was convinced

That I would never recover it

That it was gone

Down that lane

A path

Of no return

I spent many rainy nights

Watching drops sliding down

The window

Trickling down the glass

Dancing with the wind

Shaking with the thunder

I had no reason

To believe 

That Hope would be back

But precisely one night

Of a dark winter storm

Winds sweeping across

Toppling countless trees

Rising waves high

          Flooding the land

You appeared in my life

Unexpectedly there

Powerful and gentle

Spontaneous and warm

Responding to my touch

Then the morning came

And I looked outside the window

                No more rain

                Clear blue skies

                Not a single cloud

                The sun shining

And staring at my face

Hope was there again.