Hope

By the time you found seventeen,
just a kid with crazy dreams,
a seam that needed stitching
before it could be unpicked.
In the grey of the morning
something spectacular can dawn.
 
Repairing the spiders damaged web
you said its gets stronger every time,
each line crossed and wrought
a thousand variations on a thought.
A crumb to fill your empty stomach,
self belief, a feast that can't be bought.
 
A whispered prayer beside a bed
a stolen flicker from sailors candle
enough to burn a hole on to the night,
an eye piece to a brighter place,
peer in and look down on hopes ocean
sail your boat to its soft sandy shore.
 
And if you find yourself falling through,
grasping at fragments of the sky.
Then land with your feet on the ground
place them firm and turn around
until you find the red center of the sun
and know your journey has begun.