It was hope yet

That kept us alive

Pushing forward into the new day

With faces upturned to the sun

Receiving second chance

as flowers cleanse their faces on the new rain

Hope fed in faith,

Faith spurned on memory

But it these memories now which hold

the trigger snugly

Ironic smirk pressed upon the lips

Flooding the eyes which eagerly look to the renewal of Tomorrow

In a darkness felt in every joint of our bodies