. . . is seeing the sun so bright

amid the raging storm,

and in absence of light.

. . . is a clenched-fist, a stronghold

on knowing that something good,

and better, and best is ahead.

And the lack of it

is fate–

A punishment to oneself.

And a hopeless person is

the epitome

of pathetic.

. . . been there;

done that.

Hope, I keep up.

YouTube/Sergio Mendes/Rainbow’s End