Camille Barr reading her poem The rise of hope from her debut poetry book Behind the facade

Awakened by a fresh day of hope

Pass the shovel I have to dig

A daydream beckons me out

As I dare to defy the legacy of my flesh

Sweat and tears pass the day

The time has come

I’m getting out of here…

I shed divine depths of despair 

I hand you back to whom you belong

Travelling now under my own direction

The ghosts are gone and the path is clear

One deep breath and the journey begins

It couldn’t be that easy could it?