Hope can be a fickle warrior,
Often battered
beyond recognition,
Sometimes
lingering in the shadows
Waiting for the
storm to quell,
Living in a
whispered silence,
Waiting for a
better fate,
Silent prayers,
Wistful dreams,
Pennies in a
wishing well.
Just when hope is
all but lost to
Shaken faith and
circumstance
Comes a hero,
unconventional,
To conjoin the
frantic dance.
Thoughtful
contemplations merge with
Luminous
imagination
Fostering a
new-found path to
Follow without
hesitation.
And just like that
Hope is rekindled,
Confidence is born
anew.
Choices found from
abstract leanings
Lend a different
point of view.
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