HOPE

The smoke of my life

is only a gray haze now.

The screaming of my heart

is but a whimper and a whine.

Just a bit of relief

from the relentless

Bullets at my heart.

My wounds are nursed

by His comfort.

My heart is warmed and awakened

by Her love.

The clouds clear

and light illuminates the gray.

My deepest fear

only being that this relief

is but a joke.