A New Hope

Sometimes when a person looks into a mirror, he finds himself staring at a reflection. But this reflection is not the truth. It is the abstract form of his deepest thoughts, his innermost secrets, and his ethereal hopes. In cases like this, we find ourselves struggling to walk the path of life, discovering the undiscovered and expecting the unexpected. Instead of predicting the patterns of life, we face the cruel forces head-on. The depression leaves us so vulnerable, yet so refreshed. A wave of thoughts hit our heads, immediately telling us to snap out of it and get on with our dreams.
Achieving a goal that was long dreaded to be impossible, is something abstractly wonderful. It is the dew of a new hope, the seedling of a new journey. The encouragement that we receive is uncomparable to the simple pleasure we receive from individual tasks. A new child of my mind has been born, and a world of possibilities was released for me to explore.

Hoping for the best, wishing for the best, for both me and her,
care links the two, music brings the carnation of joy,
the poet stares into the well,
finds his pen,
and starts to scribble a road of silk with it.

Kevin