Our stregnth
In the midst of chaosshe/he stoodunwavering,standing in silencehis/her gaze held a certain weightThe eyes tend to be a windowpeering into the region unknown to man,The mind we've fought to keepto let goto break to createbut what determines our strength is not something seenbut feltit is something internaland not tied down by logicmany recognize it by this name "hope"
This poem is about:
Our world