Hope Poem by Dan Little

reflections of now
and thougts of then
life slips by
and i question again

has potential been reached
has it been understood
will i embrace it
will i do what i should

we walk this earth
without open eyes
guided by want
running from cries

i extend my hand outward
hoping to feel it once more
the cold air passes through my fingers
and touches my core

foot prints in the sand,
the mud and the snow
looking back from here
i just dont know

how to react
how to feel
a past holding so much
hard to believe its real

my world grows cold
despite the winter season
its hard to see it now
the once visible reason

we all find it eventually
its what keeps us here
i'll find mine again
i will persevere...