Let Me Live in Hope’s Sweet Shine

“I am pessimistic because I don’t trust history. But at the same time, I am optimistic. Out of despair, one creates. What else can one do? There is no good reason to go on living, but you must go on living. There is no good reason to bring a child into this world but you must have children to give the world a new innocence, a new reason to aspire towards innocence. As Camus said, in a world of unhappiness, you must create happiness.”   – Elie Wiesel, New York Times interview, April 7, 1981

 

 

There is no good reason to go on living
except that I find myself alive. My lungs
claim air, my thirst demands water, my
stomach food though my throat rebels.
I entertain the thought of death, oblivion,
dreamless dreams forever.
What stays my hand?

A wee flicker of hope in my black despair
a tiny spark, was it really there? A firefly
flash in the midnight blue then morning dawns
in  golden hues. The madness of grief
loosens it hold. I promise myself
one more day, then one day more…
Hope makes her stand.

 

adashofsunny Prompt Nights – When shades of loss weave with pattern of madness
prompt by Sanaa Rizvi

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18 responses to “Let Me Live in Hope’s Sweet Shine

  1. Oh this is soo beautifully worded, Debi ❤️❤️ the emotions here are absolutely raw and intense, especially in the lines “A firefly flash in the midnight blue then morning dawns in hues of gold. The madness of grief loosens it hold.” Sigh, this is my absolute favorite of your poems 😘 Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤️❤️

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. You can feel the weariness of the protagonist and how they have to reason with themselves to just get to the next step. It’s just enough to wake hope up to get to the steps after that.

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  3. Luv your theater of grief and the standing ovation of hope; thank you for dropping in to read mine

    much love…

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  4. Yes, one day at a time. That’s the only way.

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  5. If we try to find a reason behind each of our actions, we might find ourselves standing stills. All we can do is… move forward, day after day, even if we have to find reason after the deed is done.

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  6. The madness of grief
    loosens it hold. I promise myself
    one more day, then one day more…
    Hope makes her stand

    Grief may overwhelm but one can take control when given time. With hope lots can be accomplished to counter it.

    Hank

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  7. For all the assurances we still embrace the known rather that the unknown. Camus was right when he said “We must create our own happiness”. What a great post this is Debi.

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  8. I can certainly relate to one more day – your poem is beautifully composed in all senses… i do hope and tentatively believe there is some otherworldly hand..magic..or firefly spark that helps us keep breathing (also apologies for taking a while to return to your posts)

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  9. “A firefly flash in the midnight blue then morning dawns in golden hues.” I can relate with the speaker in your piece. The night has a way of magnifying our fears and sorrows but morning dawn always bring hope.

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  10. Enjoyed this SO much. I can relate to your words ,,, hope does move us forward,,,

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  11. This was like taking a snapshot of inside my head. If I can’t go day to day, I try moment by moment. This is beautifully expressed.

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