Hope
That burning in the cold of disheartening times,
The indomitable urge to fumble through the darkness
And think you've seen a spark of light;
The unstoppable clout to stick to the fight,
When the enemy dances on your head;
The rare choice to be by the the spirit led
And rejoicing broad in a slim chance of escape,
When all the physical ordains your inevitable doom!
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2010
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