Batted around in
conversation all day,
this little word is the
essence
of what it means to
be alive.
Hope,
it’s the spark
that lights the torch
that illuminates the path.
It’s the seed
germinating in the dark,
pushing through to the light
producing fruit in its time.
Hope is the essence;
faith, that what we can’t
yet see
will one day be.
Maybe not how we expected
perhaps inexplicably more
than we could have
imagined.
A world without hope
is heavy darkness, a void,
emptiness,
hopelessness.
It’s what depression tastes like.
A cloud hovering,
covering
the rays of the sun.
Hope is what we live for,
what some die for.
A striving, a goal
a better future
for us
and the generations that
follow after us.
