The rise of hope

Awakened by a fresh day of hope

Pass the shovel I have to dig

A daydream beckons me out

As I dare to defy the legacy of my flesh

Sweat and tears pass the day

 The time has come

I’m getting out of here…

I shed divine depths of despair 

I hand you back to whom you belong

Travelling now under my own direction

The ghosts are gone and the path is clear

One deep breath and the journey begins

It couldn’t be that easy could it?

-Camille Delaquise

This poem appears in Behind the Facade, Camille’s debut contemporary poetry collection. The rise of hope speaks to the difficult courage of beginning again — the moment despair loosens its hold and a self-directed future comes into view, however uncertain the first step may be.