Hope is the thing that boils my blood when I see injustice in the world
Hope is the thing that keeps me up at night scratching at the innards of my body
because it craves to be free
to spread like what you would call a plague upon this world
but in reality what it actually is
is a gift
my hope is my life
my hope is the thing you can't take away
and you might ask
well if it's your life can't I just kill you
no because my life is spread to others
and their life is spread to me
you cannot take us all away
because you would have to exterminate everyone
And you can't do that
you could never do that
to you hope is simple and one note
to me hope is everything
it's what drives me to move every single day
it's what makes me take one step after another
to me hope is the hugs I get
Hope is the tears
Hope is sometimes the only thing keeping me going
it is anger
it is sadness
it is disgust at the world
because if I am not hopeful for another day
then I cannot be mad
I cannot be sad
I cannot be disgusted
because for hope to exist I have to know what's wrong
or else I can't hope for what is right
Posted in response to the challenge Hope & Resilience.
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.