Hope Poem by Imafidon Mac Henry

Hope, the light that takes away,
All shadows in the dark,
Like the top of the ladder,
For the bearer to bear,

He was doomed to disappointments,
Fear, torture and misery enveloped his mind,
No roof over his head,
And mockers in their numbers,
Parade as they danced and made merry,

Rigorous attacks in slum,
The oceans are sucked dry to quench his flames,
Tears and grief he fed on,

Unbearable mayhem engulfed human mind,
As he thought the end is near,
Pains for what he didn't bargain
Lost to hopelessness and helplessness

Inspite of his troubles,
He never gave up
Day and day,
Night and night,
In tattered wears of shame,

But the stream of the future he got
A better and brighter tomorrow
Soar higher and never retire
Focus and keep burning the fire,
Pain is just a doorway to the ladder peak

Winners quit not in challenges,
Even in tattered webs of shame and agony
Focus, keeps the fires alight,
Pain is just but the doorway to the ladder peak,

Never give up,
There is every palace,
In the slums of penury
If only you look harder
and think above your eyes
For it is only so,
You can crush the hindrance of light.