It comes with a whirl of anticipation,
a rush of ambition,
faith in daydreams.
It comes when fortune flies.
And, we assure ourselves
there is hope.
It remains in the confusion of loss,
the pain of forgetting,
the agony of remembering.
It remains when all is done.
And, we promise ourselves,
there is hope.
It endures at the end of the world,
at the last moment,
at the final breath.
It endures when nothing remains.
And, we ask ourselves,
is there hope?
© Sara Murray, 13 October 2016
Beautiful poem..Hope is such a powerful word. It’s all around us, guiding us and keeping an eye on us..It’s because of Hope we survive, we try and we go on..
I love this. Hope is always there for us if we allow it to be! Thanks for a great prompt. This is my first time joining in and I loved it. #theprompt
Very powerful stuff, Sara. Once again thank you for hosting this linky. It was a really amazing crop of work that was inspired this week – I have so enjoyed reading everyone’s piece as well as having a go myself after some time away. Glad to be back :)
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Wonderful poem. It is a very powerful, very important word isn’t it. A lot of people would just give up completely if this little word lost its meaning to them!