What is hope?
A thought?
A feeling?
More?
No one understands because
no one
can.
Hope is fluid
always moving.
Too slippery to grasp
for long.
Too fragile to stay.
But
She always
comes back.
Hope springs
from hardship.
Helps you find
a way.
Hope is persistent–
though you may have
given up
Hope abides in you.
She is misunderstood
often thought cruel.
To give thoughts of
change
when none is found.
But
if you
believe…
Hope is
what makes change
possible
in the end.
A thought of a better time.
A feeling of release on
golden horizons.
Hope can be pretty.
Hope can be ugly.
Nothing can define
what drives us all.