The past, a shadow cast in light,
A tapestry of day and night,
Where battles fought, and dreams once bold,
Now linger as a tale retold.
In echoes soft, we hear the cries,
Of youth once filled with endless skies,
The paths we walked with hearts so free,
Now seem like distant memory.
We watched the world turn ‘round in haste,
With moments lost we can’t replace,
Yet still, we march through fleeting years,
Through laughter bright and bitter tears.
The present hums a different song,
A world where something feels all wrong,
Where hope is thin and fears are vast,
And peace, it seems, is fading fast.
We stumble through this maze of time,
With heavy hearts and fragile rhyme,
And wonder if the course we’re on,
Will lead to light or see us gone.
But though the future hides its face,
And leaves us in this endless chase,
A spark within still dares to glow,
A silent force we barely know.
For hope, though faint, will still survive,
As long as we are still alive,
Though clouds may blot the distant shore,
We cling to what we’re fighting for.
The past has left its marks and scars,
The present holds us where we are,
Yet in the future, dim and gray,
We find the strength to face each day.
Though futures loom with shadows cast,
And fears arise from what’s amassed,
We still hold tight to dreams untold,
For somewhere deep, our hearts are bold.
So let the past teach lessons true,
And guide the steps we now pursue,
The present may be fraught with doubt,
But faith and hope will lead us out.
For in the dark, a light remains,
Through all the loss and all the pains,
And even when the world seems still,
There’s always something left to fill.
The future’s shape may not be clear,
But still, we face it without fear,
For time may twist, but we’ll endure,
And hope, forever, will be pure.
So look ahead, though shadows loom,
For somewhere blooms a brighter bloom,
And though the road is rough and long,
Our hope remains, forever strong.
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A poem full of hope. 🙂
Absolutely! 😎
Bonito y esperanzador poema. Buen día, amigo.
¡Muchas gracias, amigo! Aprecio mucho tus amables palabras, aunque es una realidad dura que golpea fuerte. Me alegra que el poema te haya llegado. ¡Que tengas un gran día! 😎