Hope, is the mainstay of my life
and the fruition of my thoughts.
Hope, will outweigh the strife
that weighs heavily upon my heart.
Hope, the champion of the future,
a prelude to ultimate victory.
Hope, is enough to suture
the wounds inflicted by misery.
Hope, will mend the broken fragments
of a life unduly shattered.
Hope, will diminish the lament
of those whose clothes are tattered.
Hope, designed to stich each patch
and sew together the unraveled strands.
Hope, will help to gather all who are lost,
like collecting so many grains of sand.
Hope, will meld with faith,
bridging the gap in between.
Hope obtained, will never fade,
always realizing the dream.