A Poem of Hope

by Christopher Ian Hill

Here I live in the city of abandoned dreams
Where no one thinks positive and only screams

A place where sin is consumed day and night
There is a spiritual battle that I must fight

A place where put-downs echoes from my past
Why can’t I let go, and forgive and move on fast?

I need to break the chain of what’s holding me back
Show no lack of confidence and show no slack

Now, I see the rain and clouds clearing away
The sun peaks through the clouds trying to shine today

The sad sky of gray dissolves out of sight
Letting in the joyful sky of blue shine bright

The sound of celestial music plays in my ear
Giving me hope, the sound of no fear

And what once was an expression of sadness
Now cheerfully changes into the expression of gladness

A place where people once hurt and now hurt no more
The sound of their laughter and bliss galore

My heart and soul now finding warmth and peace
Bitterness, anger, and depression now decrease

And where once was this city of abandoned dreams
Is now a place where dreams fulfilled and sins redeemed

Box of Tears

Here's a guest post by my friend and fellow writer, Stephen J. Brown. You can find his blog here: http://blog.stephenjbrown.com/ I'll be back next week after a crazy weekend of mime-training and a full week of class.

O box of tears
And all my fears,
Don't ever open.
Don't ever, ever open.
I'll make my deposit,
And lock you up tight.
I'll set you up right
In my closet.
When I get restless,
I'll open the door
To admire you more.
In a wink, you remind me
That you are still there.
But please don't remind me
Of what you contain.
You remain
My favorite box
To put things in.
But is it a sin
To say having is painful?
I feel much more happy when I am without.
So do me a favor,
You're such a lifesaver,
And make sure they never come out.
So now, I shut the door,
O box of tears,
Don't ever open anymore.