hope grows wild

hope, so wild, so free

leaves us baffled, known for its

ambiguity

wears many faces

holds space for all who need it

what does hope look like?

said to have feathers

or wings, perhaps, but what about

petals in the spring

at dark winter’s end

hope, the colors forgotten

but they have returned

hope, like most wild things

wanders, looking for shelter

hard to hold onto

reaching, like a vine

it asks one question only

will you let me stay?

hope is elusive

for we blink, that is to say

it’s easy to miss

hope is that instant

in which a small voice whispers

this could get better

hope, that calm voice

that benevolently rants to

all who will listen

or that small glint

in your eyes when they catch light

that’s what hope looks like

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