Hope
A fear from deep within me rises up, filling my mind.
Like white-hot steel piercing my heart, strangling my thoughts and choking out a dying hope that tries ever so valiantly to live within me.
But still, that hope does live.
Ever so faint, ever so small.
Fighting desperately for a spot in my heart.
Looking around me, all seems grim.
But still that hope persists.
Hanging on, holding tight, fighting for that little spark of life and bracing for a fight with fear.
Never again will I look upon hope as a frivolous thing for frivolous people.
Hope is and will always be the destroyer of fear.
Hope is what every man's heart should desire.
Hope...Is all I have.
Copyright © Jason Callahan | Year Posted 2011
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