emily said hope was a thing with feathers
that perches in the soul...
what if it flew the coop?
do pet stores carry hope
like gerbils, rabbits and fish?
or perhaps one needs to put their hope
on a special diet, to fatten up
like a turkey in early fall.
hope can not be fed on just itself
others are needed to sustain it
even when a mere whisp of hope remains
that is enough to revive to full health
to give it strength, to make it sing
to let it fly above all
Sometimes one is left with only the faintest wisp of hope...when we are too weary to believe, it may be the hope of others that gets us through.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, mikki.