Wake in the morning with a heart fast pounding,
the fainting feeling of nausea.
in bed, heavy body drifting between wake and sleep,
consciousness is fading.
happening every morning, a dreading thought occurs,
why is this even a thing?
only recently it started for no apparent reason,
is it because poor diet?
or the lack of activity, lack of good posture,
lack of sun's exposure?
searching for answer online, multiple reasons are present,
first article is named "Heart disease", it only becomes scarier,
Cardio disorder? Tarchycardia? Whichever is the answer!
but one shed of light bright amongst this variety
the answer could be something milder!
Never in life had ever hoped to have anxiety,
but there are always things thats worse,
in comparision to death, or potential failures,
anxiety might be in fact
a bless instead.

it is the frayed string
of hope
that sustains a shattered
mind
hope floats,

a little walnut boat
set upon the darkest  of seas

hope sees the dawn in the
deepest part of the night

hope sustains
hope maintains
hope remains
hope endures

that ember of grace, that ember of grace
endures, ever-ready to be coaxed into a flame

sometimes hidden deep within
but never absent, never absent
always wanting, wishing to be found

awaiting planting in fertile soil
taking nutrients in growing,
stabilizing  fragile ground

hope is life
life is hope

hope is knowing both flower and ****,
have purpose, that of both we need
flower for joy,
**** for silent comparision

hope loves both,  gritty or beautiful  
have place within a heart willing to grow
for as it has been said before:
by poets far better than me.

you do not see the dawn,
with out the darkness
of the night...

Dark cold night and there's a fire burning somewhere in the distance.
Cold yet so peaceful, With the smell of fire in the air.
The lights across the street dimly shine but pale in comparision to you. It's moments like these I wish the most that you were with me so we could enjoy it together my Phoenix.
Unlike the fire, My love for you shall burn for eternity no matter how much rain there is.
Fore it can't rain every day my love, And reading this poem back. I realize how cheesy I am.

Inevitable kiss of comparision,
Inevitable mix of life and death.
May the dead raise its confession
and life console in redemption.
Wealth for poor and poverty for rich,
Nothing like a curse, nothing fancy
that can wonder me for more.
Make me resemble  the vivid light,
which wonder around the youth,
which crave for love and strive for success.
Mark those penned words that slice
Old barks to unique the word but
still misunderstood as ignorant.
Lost runs which once made its importance,
that merely left with regret,
Ribbon to win again it hung,
let the regret break it's cuff.
Powered soldiers made their way,
him or her neither heard cry.
Melted nature calmed their grief
with love and warmth welcomed new.
Prey of evil may make many ways but
But train of youth made its oath and
history of battle remain in past.
May this dream live in thousands,
and million make it work,
'Though unrealistic expectations strike reality
hope is still desirable 'they said.