Shadows of the Unknown

The soothsayers give hope in the midst of painful times,
The storms always pass with staunch prayers
And with the determined calming of nerves,
As in the truest form of survival-
The heart understands revival.
In the dark tunnels of birthing the harsh lights cannot kill,
The power of truth of earth, nor the hopes and dreams
Bestowed by the seemingly eerie gifts of failure-
So inherently held in the shadows of every unknown.

- J.Bibi