Hope

What is hope?

A thought?

A feeling?

More?

No one understands because

no one

can.
 

Hope is fluid

always moving.

Too slippery to grasp

for long.

Too fragile to stay.
 

But
 

she always 

comes back.
 

Hope springs

from hardship.

Helps you find

a way.

Hope is persistent—

though you may have

given up

Hope abides in you.

She is misunderstood

often thought cruel.

To give thoughts of

change

when none is found.
 

But

if you 

believe…

Hope is

what makes change

possible 

in the end.

A thought of a better time.

A feeling of release on

golden horizons. 

Hope can be pretty.

Hope can be ugly. 
 

Nothing can define

what drives us all.