Hope - The Unconquerable

Hope - a vivacious fire,

A quiet whisper

Helps lead me down this broken

Road of life. The waiting -

Hoping of something better.

This is what I hold to

Day and night.

What astounds me and surrounds me

Is how quickly hope can disappear.

From the person in the corner,

To the person I see in the mirror.

Hope can be pushed down and forgotten.

But like a flower sprouting, growing, changing,

It stretches for the sun - reaching higher and higher.

Hope is not forgotten,

Though it can be vanquished and crushed.

Hope comes back softly like a sprinkle of dust.

It comes vivaciously like a phoenix rising-rising-rising up.

It will not be forgotten no matter what we do.

Our past, present, or future will not affect our point of view,

And it comes back when needed the most.