Mother Of Hope Poem by Ana Liza Corpuz Nabor

Along the permafrosted dreams,
Numbly kneeling down for mercy
Amid the tumult of deafening silence,
Lays the soul with a silent yell;
In the tight grip of fate,
Zest wrapped in her gradually fades.
A fear from reality, this she wrote in the world of fantasy.

Now she's alive, summer comes to life
Acridity that dwells, she
Breathes out with conviction; the last
Onset of her opus,
Resembles the beginning of her success.


July 09,2019 Tuesday 10: 02 a.m