The audacity of Hope 

I was living  the script I wrote  years ago

So solemnity in darkness and yet so gloomy in the light

An age of lost hope 

A blind age 

Blind to the future  and deaf to reality 

Until I got connected 

It spread like wild fire through my bones 

Every inch of them 

With so much audacity than a lion 

and louder than a revebrate groaning woman

Pushed me to be fearless and  

Pushed me to keep living  and hope 

A life of anticipating good things to come.

An age I knew would come 

The beautiful tomorrow I could see today

The present age. 


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