Sky Of Hope



I look up to the sky for hope. I have found none on earth so I shall look to the heavens. To the left is a murky darkness with splotches of gray that seems to conceal its intent. It is a future of uncertainty. It creates a deep unease within me and I cannot help but feel that this will cause me to suffer and bring new pain. The rest of the horizon is pitch black with a menacing intent to devour me and leave nothing but oblivion. Somehow I find this pitch black darkness far more comforting then that of the murky darkness. If those were my only two choices I choose the pitch black sky which holds some comfort in certainty. On this quest for hope so far all that has been found is a greater sense of hopelessness. There is still one last place for me to look up and find hope and that is directly above me into the heavens. If the stars can shine brightly and bathe me in their light perhaps I can be saved. I look up and all I see is... clouds. They are ominously gray and have blocked out all the stars in heaven. Somehow these clouds feel eternal. As I frantically search for just one star of hope, I am elated to spot a diminuitive star that barely gleams and perhaps it will be enough. As I go to reach out to this star it is eclipsed by those eternal gray clouds. The air was still and the clouds did not move. The star chose to move and be blocked by the clouds rather then be with me. They would rather their light never reach this world then to share it with me. Earth has sent me to heaven rather then deal with me and heaven has hidden itself away rather then be with me.