Hope II

It's something that's always there.
Can't shake it off, follows you... everywhere.

Something doesn't go right... down and out.
In the end... Hope... things will turn about.

Hope is the soul's beacon on a dark night.
The keep striking... until the spark starts the light.

Hope is dreaming the dream... never wanting to wake.
Hope is blowing out the candles, on the cake.

Hope is about getting back up... to try again (and again).
Hope will always be there... through thick and thin.

Hope is like time... clock-work and always marching on.
It's a surprise... to make an appearance right before dawn.

Can't be measured by no tool or chart.
Achieved... skip the beat of a heart.

Hope is the shadow, even on a cloud day.
An unspoken promise.... never... to be taken away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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