ingratiating fact

Life,
it has its ups and downs.
at times, the ups may seem so
rare,
that it breaks you down,
shattering you into so many
million pieces.
on the other hand, the downs just keep coming down.

out of 6.6 billion people living on this earth,
what can we ask for other than
hope.
it may seem that chances are slim.
but to close an eye and open the other,
we cant help but pray
that,
tomorrow will be a better day,
where all worries and unhappiness
passes.

with that very little hope.
that chance we take,
out of probabilities and percentages,
greats your soul and also
your ego.
with dismay or
acceptance.
Perseverance and patients,
we bid to the unlikely results.
But
we still
Hope.

then comes the daunting past.
circling around,
making fact of a wrong.
never ending,
never fading.
it can never be solve,
neither settle.
Hopes rest upon
the guilt.
Easing the pain,
but never curing it.

baring the fact,
each day we wake up,
looking into the mirror,
telling ourselves.
let yesterday be.

so
looking out into the bright blue day,
that all dark,
lighted up night.
where prayers are heard,
and some are not.
we go on in life the next day,
knowing and praying,
making believe that
a new day,
is going to be
a better day.

Hope.