BURYING BRAIDED DESPAIR...

CATEGORY

            Last night’s dream seemed

            As if that sneaking nightmare, despair;

            Disparity, always teasing the unaware

            Mind gone astray—Wandering off.

            So today I took strands of despair

            And braided them into hope-plaits;

            Cut them off and then buried them.

            My tears watered their graves.

            Hope budded and blossomed

            As petals of audacious faith glistened

            In the sunshine of new dawns dawning.

            Meadows of forget-me-nots bloomed;

            And in fields of our-story, butterflies

            Feasted on lying his-story as everywhere

            New cocoons hung on the branches of time.