New beginnings....

I found an oar for my raft,
Renewed strength to row again.
Towards the guiding light,I gently drift,
Calmly hit the sandy shores....then,
the land trembles and unwraps the present of HOPE.

Crimson hue with the hint of pink,
Like a tiny heart squeezed to bleed,I squeeze the sponge.
to paint on the white canvas,forcing it to drink,
the color and the soulless white to be expunged.
Staring at the canvas,waiting for its heart to beat with HOPE.

The man with an unusual surname walks in unannounced,
Unsure of his intentions,I hid and waited.
I find it difficult to read you Mr.Hope,
but I trust you to revive my heart with the love beating,
   .....I Await for new beginnings.