Hope vanishes like the steam
that rises above the road after
a hard rain on a summer day.
As the rivers of rain overflow
the banks of my mind, I
remembered reading that
hope waits for hope when
there is none. In that instant,
my heart longed for what my
mind couldn’t see; I wanted
to see what hope sees. Instead,
my tears mixed with the rain.
“Why can’t I see the sunshine
after the rain?” It was then that
I understood that only hope can
see beyond the storms of life.
Hope is the sunshine of my
tomorrows after the rain.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)