Hope Poem by Angela Wybrow

I'm out of the house, creating some Art,
When a flicker of joy flashes into my heart;
It's the very first time of this New Year,
That my heart has felt such genuine cheer.

Deep within my saddened soul,
Spring flames of orange, yellow and gold;
They illuminate a darkened space,
And fuel a smile upon my face.

I see them dancing there in my mind,
Giving a glimpse of the joy which I hope I can find;
They are like the appearance of the Sun,
Brightening the world, when the rain is done.

Their appearance takes me by surprise,
And I can feel my spirits suddenly rise;
Both warmth and light, they generate,
But, between joy and sadness, I alternate.

This to-ing and fro-ing, I really am hating:
I'm finding it strange and extremely frustrating;
Despite the intensity of each burning flame,
Some sadness within me has managed to remain.

In recent weeks, I've been feeling quite low,
But now, I've recaptured a hint of a glow;
The flames die down; they dwindle away,
But they've given me hope on a cold, winter's day.