Hope

HOPE

Hope is
That drop in the ocean
Which causes a ripple that spreads,
Circle after circle after circle.

Hope is
A hole in our hearts,
A yawning emptiness;
A longing for something that’s missing

Hope is
Life in death,
Freshness in rottenness;
The belief that freedom is in a cage.

Hope is
That little mustard seed
Planted on the fecund soil of expectation,
Which must surely grow.

Hope is
The rain in the drought,
The calm in the tempest,
And a troubled smile shakily saying “all will be well.”

Hope is
The warm glow in the heart,
Spreading gradually through the body.

Hope is
An echo; strong at first,
Then changing into rebounds after rebounds of nothingness,
Till it loses its name.

Hope is
Just a name we wrap our hearts around,
Because all we want is a breath of fresh air.



11 thoughts on “Hope” by musite (@musite)

  1. Rhoiy (@Roy-journals)

    Nicely written. I like.

  2. @MUSITE. I like this as the great Williams Shakespeare said ” hope is a lovers staff walk hence with that and manage it against despairing thoughts “.

  3. @MUSITE. I like this, as the great Williams Shakespeare said ” hope is a lovers staff walk hence with that and manage it against despairing thoughts “.

  4. @Roy-journals , thank you for gracing my post.
    @danjuma , that expression strikes deep in my heart. Thank you for reading.

  5. I wish you ended it better than you did.

  6. I will take a line
    stanza four, line two
    better edges.

  7. I will take a line
    stanza four, line two.
    Better edges.

  8. Hope is…………NYC piece.

  9. Take all the lines you want @pierre@7154.
    @ajbaby, thank you for reading.

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