light at the end of the tunnel

startling colors that break out
from behind a dark drab veil
fireworks in the night sky
lighting up my glistening cheeks
and there are puddles of color
i can dip my hands into
and give color to all my dreams
and not worry if they'll come true

there isn't much of a change actually
the demons still wait outside
baying for some more blood
waiting for anger/despair to bleed me
but i now have a hand to hold onto
someone to hold me close
and tell me it's okay
to cry and be afraid

and i know i'll see the sunshine
now that she's there
my hope fairy
flying on wings of faith

is there really a difference between hope and faith?