Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音

HOPE

It keeps you going,

no matter what…

Dragging your bruised body,

dead, eroded and frail,

Having swallowed failures

bitter, crazy and dreadful,

Wanting nothing more

but to rest, bereft

of grit, guts and luck,

Wondering how to stop

and why you should find

it rearing its head to sneer –

the first and last evil

alive in that box.

(Image: File: Pandora – John William Waterhouse.jpg (partial), Wikipedia Commons)