Glints Of Hope Poem by Anisha Nyambe

Metals to this lifeless stone are weak so they grind like our bone
and this darkness gnawing steel produces a glint half as real.

Metals to this pumping heart drove it mad and pushed its cart
leading to a fallen head. Half as true, the queen is dead.

Darkness to this stolen soul is like water still in bowl;
life changing yet chill to touch; nothing true but real, too much.

Now this metal to lifeless stone grinds our iron darkness bone.
And this water timeless loop is trapped in the silenced coop.

And this silence, dead to fear horizons that never near.
Half as true, you'll never touch truth's hope with a flaming match.