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.