To a Better Hope

gazing at a blue sky
comforted in part
by bright wildflowers rejoicing in the sun,
i try not to notice
the teardrops gathered
poised to fall

resolutely fixing my hope
on things to come
i brace against the wave of pain
that surges inside
like an ocean tossed by a winter tempest
sweeping over me, through me

fixing my eyes on the trees
i will not let it master me

yet i will hope, and believe
that the storm will give way
and one day
every wound will be healed
and every tear be wiped away