Nighttime Mist [Poetry]

3 | Hope In Hard Times

a/n - sorry that this update is two days late! this isn't my best work but i hope you like it :)
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my mother’s cries are like sinking ships in a overblown storm
she grabs my hand tightly, as if to reassure herself that she belongs
and even the brightest fire i can light cannot seem to keep her warm
i don’t know why she seems to be mulling all her wrongs
but i comfort her anyway, and sing her all her favourite songs

and then she admits it, and it hits me like a hurricane
it drags me away and only a broken spirit does remain
“are you sure, mother?’’ i demand to know hoarsely
i pray that it’s a joke but her eyes are filled with sympathy
and so i pull my hand away with monstrous ferocity

“look, i’ve got no choice, it’s only for a while -
and i promise one day your dreams will be found.’’
she seems to be begging, but i can make no sound
her words have buried my last hope, my last chance
for a better life to bury these bad times

but then she reminds me that it’s nothing but temporary
soon, it may even be nothing but a cherished memory
so i agree to leave home and go aboard
it may be hard, but it’s really all i’ve got

and so we hold hands, just for a little while
hoping that one day, these hard times will go out of style
and when the fire diminishes, we say our last goodnight
hoping that, one day, we’ll all be able to see the light
as our smiles shine with all of our remaining might
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a/n - feel free to clarify w me if anything is confusing! i hope you've all been well :) have a wonderful day or night ahead <3