Rising Poem by Keea Healey

When darkness surrounds us, all other hope is lost.
And so we wish to summon that which we have yet to forsaken.
But can we take this lingering adoration from our most beloved.
For without it all sorrows would be imprinted on loves soul.

Take what cannot be taken, lose what cannot be lost.
All hope surrounds us, fruits can only endure.
But hope relinquishes our souls so that we may prevail.
Our light becomes eternal to succumb to all but not.