Hope

Hope is a wish whispered into the wind
With the prospect of promise on
Pale primrose petals,
Wafting the waltz of warm
Dawn’s distant dream,
Immune and protected from
Life’s nudging nettles.

Striding with head held high
Into the onslaught
Cloaked in a confidence
None may deny.
Keeping the faith of
The millions of millions,
Seeking the answers to
What, when and why.

Hope is the angel who
Rides on my shoulder with
Brow raised, unfazed by peril and woe,
Keeping my eyes focused
Bright on the future
With clear optimism
Wherever I go.

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