A poem: Hope

Hope wears the cloak
of both black and white.
It leads you into despair
and back into the light.
It keeps your stepping forward
when your soul wants to crumble. It picks up the pieces
and catches you when you stumble.

Hope is divine belief
that everything will be all right.
But when hope has you too high
and the reality is sorrow,
your heart re-shatters;
your soul remains battered.

Each up and down cycle gets harder until the end disappears from sight. You want to hope.
You want to believe.
But, the darkness overcomes your might.
One day you will realize
you made it through
perhaps tattered
but, definitely to the other side.

Hope helped you survive
what you thought you’d never overcome.
It was your nourishment; 
your life force.
Hope was the one.
You could rely on hope
when everyone else turned away.
Hope helped you through it.
Hope ultimately saved the day.

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