Hope is

Hope is
a word
a good word

Hope is
the piece of my soul I’m afraid to let anyone see
lest it be crushed
that spark that makes you realize
you’re human


Hope is
finding beauty in the oddest things
a sunbeam in winter
sunlight melting the frost
a chickadee’s song in the chill air

Hope is
making chicken cordon bleu
without the recipe

Hope is
seeing yourself in the mirror
and not shuddering

Hope is
sleeping on the breeze
it’s up to us to wake it

Hope is
staying forever young
while evil, hate, sorrow
grow old


Hope is
holding on when things look bleak
faith in what you cannot see
refusing to acknowledge the impossible

Hope is
that little thread
you get to hang on to
when the floor disappears

Hope is
learning how to save the world
with little more
than pens and graphite