Hope

Hope is a clever girl

I’m told to hold on to tightly,

Yet, she offers no hands to clasp.

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She makes promises in the dark

Knowing just when my grasp will slip,

Her fingers light the last candle.

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I steal a glance, for proof, but

My own reflection peers back,

Still whole within the dim glow.

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Hope invites me to share in her

Ethereal warmth beneath our sheer

Flowered sheet, where she guides

The light; I bask.

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Never confirming her truths, but

Somehow planting rosy roots

Inside my timid garden.

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Thank you so much for reading!