Where did it come from, this lightness of being,
erasing the darkness that’s dwelled here so long?
What is this feeling that’s rising within me
coursing these veins without calling or prompt?
We’ve faced down each challenge, each rebel demon
calling them out, destroying their keep—
yet I would be lying if I was denying
that there was no threat when it calls from deep.
Sometimes our tipping point needs to be challenged
as we keep on reaching for our 'ring of gold,'
and ever more quickly do we stop believing
while letting the negatives tighten their hold.
I don’t know what trials await our tomorrows
but here at this juncture the light filters in;
the weight that I’ve carried seems less of a burden
and just for a moment the darkness rescinds.
Oh, that this might last, leaving past far behind us
—erasing these doubts that I carry within.
© Ginny Brannan 2019
Hope is illusive, but springs eternal, and sometimes swells up from within...
The title borrowed from the words of one of my favorite authors.