As I read the “Man’s search for meaning”,
By a man called Frankl, simple yet great,
And by a movie so touching and lively,
A hope that instilled the soul,
The redemption from the Shawshank,
The freedom, the liberation,
All lived on HOPE,
A spirit to strive for,
To live life to the core.
How we as individuals,
Get saddened, depressed and weak,
It’s only when life hits us hard,
We realize our deep strengths indeed,
For the gloominess that in moments does surround,
Leaves a glimmer of Hope deep down,
It may take months or even years,
But the hope does its work, to bring some cheer,
To live up to its name sans any fear!
Like a silver lining,
Like a shiny sun after the rain,
Hope instills life as it gives pain,
And for all that is to come,
I too have given a name,
To a secret diary of mine,
To which "HOPE", I have named!!
'Hope' just happens to be one of my most favourite words. And the Shawshank Redemption brings a tear just thinking about it (I haven't been able to go back for a re-run yet!). Your poem is a beautiful tribute to both. x
I do love Shawshank Redemption, one of those movies that leave you feeling the last few minutes for hours after. This sums up those feelings nicely. :)
What a beautiful definition of hope! I loved it so much. You are very talented! I look forward to coming back and reading more!
beutifully expressed :)
Post a Comment