hope.
a poem centered around the sensation of hope. i understand the whole idea of having absolutely none of it. this poem is dedicated to the evolution and power of hope.

hope is an extraordinarily broad word;
hope is a concept that may seem absurd;
hope can invoke feeling as free as a bird;
hope can allow one to truly be heard;
hope contributes to the growth of self-esteem;
hope flows throughout the body like a stream;
hope is contagious and its vibrance gleams;
hope motivates one to follow their dreams;
i understand the notion of a lack of hope;
and that a person’s vitality can downwardly slope;
but what i have learned through the thick and the thin;
is that the priority should not be to “win”;
but it should be to accept myself, deep from within;
despite my imperfections and maladies;
i have conclusively been able to seize;
and manage these flaws with a tight squeeze;
so that i do not allow myself to fall;
back into the endless pit, which enables a brawl;
of being forced to climb back up with a gradual crawl;
my journey towards hope truly came from maturity and advancement;
as well as exploring myself, and what serves as enhancement;
to my already-blooming growth of my personality;
and the development of my brain, as well as my morality;
the maintenance of hope prevents a slew of pain;
hope can allow emotions to be easier to explain;
hope enhances the beauty that i possess;
hope can hinder the advancement of stress;
hope can tempt me to fully process;
my positive attributes and all of my progress;
hope can shine as bright as the sun;
the sensation of hope can lead to jovial fun;
and while i admit that i’m not always;
captivated by this feeling;
and there are days;
that i lack any desire for self-dealing;
the brightness of hope and its luminous rays;
can transform my frown into a content gaze;
and while i comprehend that life is a thorough maze;
hope is something will continue to amaze;
me, despite all of the chaos and craze;
within my own life and its multitude of setbacks;
the runaway train in my brain has derailed off the tracks;
but hope has persuaded me to somewhat relax;
and convinced me to share its message in a beautiful syntax.
About the Creator
zoe frenchman
I’m Zoe, I’m 22, and I’m an aspiring writer, filmmaker, musician, & mental health advocate. I’m also an editor and content writer, graduating from Full Sail's Creative Writing BFA program in July.
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