You were a friend that came without command
You saw me bleed yet you still held my hand
Inside the darkness, you found me like light
Tended my wounds each time I lost a fight
Sometimes you find me curled up on the floor
You're there to remind me I'm made for much more
My heart left me empty, you helped me to see that love was still there strong enough to hold me
Thank you for not giving me up to the night
Though I lose you at times you lead back to what's right
Though sometimes I feel at the end of my rope
I know I'll be ok because your name is Hope
About the Creator
Mezmur
Rooted in Christian faith yet unafraid of human fragility, Mezmur writes as both survivor and worshipper. Her work invites readers to breathe again, to see that even in the deepest silence, Love remains.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
I love how you made Hope feel like a real friend — always there, even when things get dark.
Lovely. We have to carry a positive attitude. it's hope.