H-O-P-E
Hold On,
Pain Ends.
That’s hope.
Hope is what rides on angel wings.
Hope hides in the darkest,
Most mysterious places.
It doesn't come to show,
In some.
Others, its all they hold on to.
When in troubled times,
As humans, it's all we count on.
With friends and family,
And haters and enemies.
Hope is in the air, it never gets too far.
Hope is the voice in your head saying
Hold On,
Pain Ends.
It’s a bumpy ride but
Hope never leaves you.
2/13/2017
Copyright © Alexandria Grace | Year Posted 2017
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