What keeps someone going,

when all around them falls apart?

Is it hope for a better future?

Or the promise of a fresh start?

Where do they find the will to push forward?

Where do they summon their faith?

The answer lies within each soul,

and the soul determines its fate.

A stubborn soul is like a lion,

resisting all attempts to be trained.

Although a cage traps it inside,

it dreams of fields untamed.

But if the lion allows its surroundings,

to change and dictate its thoughts,

all hope it had for better days,

will slowly wither and rot.

Categories: Poetry

Tags: dreams, hope, life, lion, poem, poetry