Hope
How can you survive
without a shred of hope?
You cannot feel alive
if you're slipping slowly down a slope
to fear.
For how else can you
preserve, what memories you hold most dear.
Perhaps it's when you first tied your shoe,
or built a log fire.
If all hope is gone,
the battle is nearly finished.
Do not fear for if you look towards dawn,
hope is no longer diminished.
You'll realize you have hope,
and the fear of night lasts no longer,
there will only be a slope
to climb, which will only make you stronger.
Alas! Another day which has been
conquered, with hope on your side.
So upon your face you feel a grin
and take each new day with a stride.
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