Elpis

A few notes of comfort,

Perched high in thick growth.

So softly from thee came forth.

Where none stood in support,

Leaving no option but resort

To bend knees as if of no worth.

Like a cup of coffee with froth,

Where contents settle at bottom that you sort.

So does thoughts precious my heart hunt.

As it gives strength against their stunt.

A relief in cloud of mist,

As though you grab my wrist

And say ‘breathe, don’t give up ‘

That whisper pierced through silence and I stood up