all around me is green
and it is raining,
and there are even roses
on the one precious bush.
i am trying to let the rain
wash my heart
and do the crying for me.
i hold a wet rose to my face
to remember what hope smells like,
what love feels like.
i was shaped not for faith
perhaps, but for continuing
in its absence.
green is the colour of hope
they say, but i believe
it is the colour of enduring,
of beginning again
and again and again
despite it all.
and it is raining,
and there are even roses
on the one precious bush.
i am trying to let the rain
wash my heart
and do the crying for me.
i hold a wet rose to my face
to remember what hope smells like,
what love feels like.
i was shaped not for faith
perhaps, but for continuing
in its absence.
green is the colour of hope
they say, but i believe
it is the colour of enduring,
of beginning again
and again and again
despite it all.
Beginning again and again, despite it all—yes! This is beautiful.
ReplyDeletethank you!
DeleteI love your poetry. I love this: that hope smells like roses. ♥
ReplyDeletethank you! i suppose hope smells like different things to different people. but for me, it is roses ...��
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