Hope cannot be bound and chained
to stone paths or brick walls.
She does not live
behind closed doors.
No potted plants
can tame her.
She mounts the stairs,
a brilliant blast of light
that leaves eyes tearing,
as she rises through the clouds
to castles in the sky.
inspired by:
and
and the prompt, cloud surveyor, in the Garden of Neuro Poetry Circle
published in Substack:
Addicted to your poetry. Addicted-
I already have favourites, even with only having started to dip in, and this one...........I wish I had taken the time earlier to find out what a wonderful world has been opened for me on these pages.
Fantastic poem, Nolcha! I love the contrast between real brick walls and castles in the sky.