In Hope I Believe

​Exhale of smoke while staring at the night,
stars are shining, air is cooler these days,
words and pictures sliding across my mind,
silent questions bring no true answers.
 
The images of what is happening
around my once quiet city.
One man lay dead over a fight
over drugs taken from another.
Police do not find him right away
as they are busy taking firearms
away from a family dispute of three.
Traces of substance have littered
the streets like never before
however I hold onto the hope
clear minds will once again live.
In this hope I believe.
 
The once great land
held its arms out, accepting others
who traveled here to start peacefully.
Newcomers who left destructive soil
to only be greeted by ignorance
of the ones who turn away
from the disappearance of women
and teenagers who were indigenous
to this open, native land.
The blind eyes leaving scars
on the heartbeat of this once great nation.
We will find what makes us unique.
In this hope I believe.
 
Sometimes I am just waiting
for pains to go away from remembering.
When the mind goes, the heart follows.
the tears just appear in my eyes
realizing how much I still miss
from my mom passing.
A portion of me gone too.
Healing from this loss may never happen.
I miss her.
Silence all around when it hits me,
holding onto loss will make me better.
In this hope I believe.
 
The night sky I am staring at
keeps the mind's eye clear.
The breeze may carry whispers
to grip hold of the positive light.
In this hope, I believe.
 
August 26, 2019
© Andrew Scott - 2019