Hope
A northern light
A starlit night
A silver flower
A determined fighter
As the plant grows in my soul
It shouldn’t be there, yet it holds
A new surge of strength grows inside, I feel faint
Before I know it, it begins
Casting all fears aside
It can hurt me, disappoint me, or
even manipulate me
But it grows
It is determined to have its way
So my body, in turn just obey
Hope takes over, a deadly sin
For when it starts it never ends.
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