Murphy's Law

"All that is mine will come to me"
Said a weary traveller to the breeze
Eyes squeezed, as tears rolled down to caress her cheeks

Like the clouds will make rain
Our thoughts become things
And like the night births the day
At dawn, the wren will sing

When there is an urge to give up, there is a sense you should stay
It might whisper at first
But if you listen, that whisper becomes a voice
And it will say, "I am exactly where I am supposed to be"

I can see the path behind me fade
a trail of dying embers that I now refuse to stoke
And I will not stutter and I will not choke
Since I finally learned the power of my words

I awoke
I am not sorry
For when I broke
I know I let them hurt me back then
But now I won't

In the light of the truth lies my beauty, bespoke
Knowing I will emerge
From the ashes and smoke, unafraid to ignite new flames, to burn all the ropes

Now unbound and through glassy eyes
I will see you, Hope.