The Sweetest Thing
Hope
A simple word
A short word
Four letters
Yet ever so powerful
Ever so evocative
To put it simple
A word full of hope
Hope for the future
Hope for oneself
Hope for others
Hope of finding someone
Of all the hopes
Hope of finding is strongest
We look for it when we wake
We long for it when we sleep
It is ever present
In each and every one of us
Some wear it as a mask
Some feel it deep inside
Others have locked it away
Loneliness is hopes companion
Also present
Sometimes pushy
Sometimes quiet
But there none the less
Hope is mysterious
Works silent
Hope has stealth
Then bursts forth
Pulling you in
The ambush of hope
Is the sweetest thing
It gives one hope
To carry on
To live again
To love again
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