Hope's Road

The morning sky
was a precarious
robins egg blue.
With fluffy islands
of smudge gray clouds.
Should hope be had
or impending doom?
My fragile heart vacillates
between sparkles of light
and a starless black hole night.

I could be traversing hope's road
and the ground gives way
swallowing me whole.
Or my body curled in doom
feels light from the sun streaming
through a pin hole in the bolted door.

I sleuth my soul for the anecdote,
internal peace.
A rare commodity in difficult times.
Embarked on a journey to find......