I looked at my cherished wishes;
Yesterday so blooming and glowing,
Now they lay stark, chill, livid corpses that would never revive.
I was experiencing an ordeal: A hand of fiery iron grasped my vitals.
Terrible moment: full of struggle, blackness, burning.
My eyes were covered and closed:
Reflection came in as black and confused a flow.
Self-abandoned and effortless,
I seemed to have laid me down in the dried-up bed of a great river.
I heard a flood loosened in remote mountains, and felt the torrent come:
To rise I had to will, to flee I had no strength. I lay faint.
It came: in full heavy swing, the torrent poured over me.
The whole consciousness of my life lorn,
my hope quenched, my faith death-struck.
Swayed full and mighty above me in one sullen mass.
That bitter hour cannot be described:
in truth, the waters came into my soul,
I sank in deep mire: I felt no standing,
I came into deep waters.
Hope, Episode II
I was suffocated, I shook, I feared,
but I resolved: I was born to strife and endure.
The burden must be carried, the want provided for,
the suffering endured, the responsibilities fulfilled.
My heart: dried up and schorched for a long time,
swelled and filled with living blood.
My being longed for renewal, my soul thirsted for rejuvenation.
I saw Hope revived and felt regeneration possible.
"Go," said Hope, "and Live Again."
One word comprise my duty, "Depart!"