Blurred Hope Poem by Clare Murgor

A huntress
No a hunter
, , from a far he was seen
Walking towards a cottage
As though a wounded animal heading home
He struggled dragging down his heels
His boot torn from the wild

Coming upon his family
That had hoped for his return
He fell at his doorstep
A deer to his side
A smile on their faces,
A tear on his eye
He had made it

Not long before he dropped to the floor
Not long before hope was gone
Not long before a time would come
A time for good hope again
There was light at the end after all