On The Wings Of Hope Poem by Heverson Santana

In the wings of hope, I find my refuge and, in silence, I make my prayer, not always seeing the obstacles that life places before me. I am like a vibrant color that paints pictures which, with time, become moments for those who remain alive in memories, turning into parts of me. I am a gift from God, an eternal learner in the cycles of coming and going. Even as a warrior, I carry my fears; I cry, I smile, and I take with me a blend of pain, joy, and cherished memories. When opening the door, you may face challenges; the deceptive maze does not reveal itself at once. Between dreaming and doing, any attempt to move forward can be exhausting, and choosing to give up is to lose oneself in the shadows of darkness. I believe in the beauty of tomorrow and, even if there are no roses in the garden, I keep going. Life is built in the present, that is why I try now, even if barefoot. I am an example of overcoming who graduated from the school of life. Many times, the school meal was a powerful engine for my motivation and learning, a written story that, deep inside, only longs to be happy.