There is hope if you look hard enough,
Among the shadows that lurk and loom,
No matter how difficult
When our prying eyes have had enough,
We spot that glimmer,
That shimmer –
A glistening snail’s trail
Leading to that foreign place
That certainly is not home
But it calms you in a manner
For something that is so
Different and odd to what would
Normally calm a throng.
And you sit there, quietly absorbing
That naked light,
A trailing of hope leading to
An outcrop, surrounding land full of shadows
Which has the power to relax you
With its scattered stars above,
An enormity, yet a closeness,
A childhood reminder of a time
That triggers something from afar.
And within you now a locket meets a key
And amazed you are
As your version of Pandora’s box flings open
But with a twist,
With internal, humble, resonant reassurances
You know there will be no casualties.
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