Awake I am,
For no reason.
Darkness floating in my room.
The drapery enclosing every ray of light.
A beam of hope, is all I dream to see.
I must begin to search, as though light is unfailing to come through.
And there it is.
The smallest hole of hope.
A ray; Coincidentally aiming at a crystal prism, to create a rainbow.
I am presented with abundance.
As though I expected nothing more.
I am reminded.
There is hope and a future.