Today, a new hope surges in her,
Life’s blows from yesterday buried.
she shakes off the sorrow,
some happiness she rubs on,
and ahead she moves on.

Some remnants of the past cling on,
but them, she fears not,
after all, from those ashes,
did the new her rise.

A funny thing is life, she muses,
when the rocks of the bottom,
melt and below there lies,
a dazzling new world.
Of hope and happiness.

The shroud of clouds have now gone,
giving way to a new moon,
and a million new stars,
who reflect the twinkling
of those tiny hopes
budding in her heart.
Her new heart.