The Daily Post prompt is ‘underestimate’.
You held out dreams of moon and stars,
And a boat to carry us where we would.
Instead you sailed away alone,
Bright shards I gathered as I could.
Black night fell, joy turned to dust,
Cold ashes filled my mouth and eyes,
A pinpoint in the darkness calling,
Beating through tumultuous skies.
Gull white and grey, the free sky soaring,
Beat back the dark and cloudy night,
I found a spark amid the shambles,
Feathered hope in broad-winged flight.