Hope: My Way

Fri, 04/01/2016 - 20:55 -- SDivi14

Hope is one I cannot live without.

She cradles me as I sob on my knees, scraping them on once-holy ground, now tainted by blood and hate.

In the dark, she guides me, a beacon of light where none exists. 

When I fret and fear, she holds my hand, propelling me by my faith alone. 

If I am harmed, she heals me; if I am scarred, she reassures me. 

With her, life is bearable. I need not see in order to believe.

Until I am done, she remains at my side, and forever will she be with you, too.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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