This is a poem I wrote about hope...
See your reclection
Shown faintly in the water.
Look through the fog
To find where treasure lie.
Search in the darkness;
Uncover that pure light.
Open your closed eyes;
Watch the dead grow again.
Lift your weeping head;
Find beauty in the stillness.
Hear the water flow
Leading you hands safely home.
This poem does not rhyme, but it has a lot of imagery (kinesthetic, auditory, and especially visual).
It's about what we as humans go through on a daily basis. It's about finding your way in a forest with no path to follow, walking aimlessly, looking, searching for the treasure, for beauty, growth, home, and ultimately yourself. As we just keep on going, we eventually come into a clearing where we see the river whose path is for us to follow and it guides us through.
