Hold onto hope

Hope dangles on a string, ephemeral in the air; A slow spinning of redemption, with secrets to unfold, Winding in and winding out, its mysteries entwine, Like tendrils of smoke from a candle divine; In the depths of despair, where darkness reigns, Hope emerges like flickering flames, Guiding me through the shadows of doubt, Whispering of a brighter tomorrow, without a shout I cling to this fragile thread of hope, As it winds its way through the maze of life, Leading me towards a distant light, A beacon of promise in the stormy night With each passing moment, I hold on tight, To the hope that dances on the edge of sight, For in its delicate dance, I find solace and peace, A fleeting glimpse of a future where worries cease I watch as hope unfolds its wings, And soars above the chaos and the din, A symbol of resilience and strength, This is a reminder that even in darkness, there's a length I am a captive of the beauty of hope, As it sows its magic through the fabric of my soul, A cloth of dreams and aspirations, A spark of light in the darkest of destinations I embrace hope with open arms. Letting it guide me through life's storms, In its gentle touch, I find fulfilling grace, Promising of better days, worthy to chase So I'll hold on to hope's fragile thread, As it leads onto the path ahead, For in its whispers as well as its sigh, I'll find the courage to rise and fly…