Carpe_Diem321 for you need to find hope.

The thick curtains of despair and dark,
Parted to the cry of a wishful lark.
The tiny sapling of delight, tender and new
Basked blessedly in hope's golden hue.

The droplets of red sap that trickled down,
From the deep rent caused by a milieu unknown,
Had threatened to taint the inner temple
Yet were washed away by a blissful sprinkle.

The alluring verge of hope kept beckoning from a distance.
Precarious steps were taken with hesitance
Mind, that feared a plummet into depths that drown
Found itself engulfed by a sanguine bourn.