#beaconofhope
In the storm's cruel grip,
Hope's colours unfurl boldly,
Bright arcs pierce the gloom,
Standing tall, we find solace,
Rainbow glow, our beacon strong.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 8:38 AM UTC
The wind howls loud against the stone,
A lighthouse keeper, standing alone.
The storm rages wild, fierce, and strong,
But in this quiet, I must belong.
The book in my hands is my only friend,
Pages worn thin, but I pretend
That in its words, I’m not alone,
That in its lines, I’ve found my home.
Outside the waves crash and pound,
The world is chaos, spinning around.
But here I stand, amidst the gale,
Holding fast, where others might fail.
The light I guide cuts through the dark,
A beacon of hope, a single spark.
Yet, deep within, I long to flee,
To find peace beyond this storm-swept sea.
But duty calls, and I must stay,
A keeper of light, come what may.
The storm outside will pass, I know,
But in my heart, the winds still blow.
So I read, I wait, I fight alone,
While the storm outside claims its throne.
For the light I guard, though heavy the cost,
I’ll stand alone, no matter the loss.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC