Hope

Staring up from the cold dark cell
is there light out there? I can hardly tell

I imagine a scene with laughter and joy
maybe a story about a girl and a boy

They'd smile and dance in a field full of flowers
they'd laugh and tell stories, not stopping for hours

I scuttle closer to the wall made of steel
like me, this place was built not to feel

The cold echo rings in the wall 10 feet thick
I need something to break through, maybe a brick?

The brick crumbles quickly in loss and defeat
the dusty remains settle close to my feet

As the brick, I collapse, and fall to the floor
I scream and I sob, I can't breathe anymore

I then feel the light, giving me hope
with the sun shining in, I should be able to cope.