Beating Wings

I've heard that hope is a Vicious thing 

It claws its way up from the soil of Contempt and Despair 

It brings with it the Memories of a past life and the Longing for a future

I think of all the times hope dragged me from my dread prison Kicking and Screaming for Desolation

If I was an Angel my Wings were clipped and my Halo was dimmed

Hope wasn't the wind beneath me, it would be Cyclone forcing my Broken self into Action

At the heart of the storm my wings Ripped open, my halo Blazing with newfound fire

Hope doesn't take you gently

Hope is the Storm that shakes the Earth

Hope is the Wildfire that scorches the Sky

Hope is the Sea that swallows the Shadows 

Hope is the Sound of Beating Wings