Hope

Warmth of the sun touches my skin like the dew drop from the petal of a rose on a cool morning,

 as dawn breaks chasing away the dæmons of yesterday,

 brushing my forhead with the promise of hope.
With a new day's dawn comes dreams of childhood past,

belief in the impossible,

 the unseen,

things yet to be known.
The pain fades away,

 into the horizon where land meets sky.

Sun's rays break through the shadows like a baby's first smile as she grasps her mother's finger for the first time symbolizing a never ending bond that will stand the test of time.
A cool breeze brushes my cheek, cooling yesterdays anger,

seeping through my skin filling me with a sense of peace helping me to forgive,

 let go,

feel renewed,

believe again.

hope springs new.