HOPE IS LIKE...
that blinking light you see at the end of the tunnel,
the first pink-pale hues of a rising sun,
It gives you something to hold on to,
While you had nothing else to believe in,
As little as it may appear,
It comes as a strong reminder
that you have fought before and you still CAN,
Hope is like history handing out a Polaroid collection crafted only for you,
Of only great things that happened before,
It leaves you in a sweet spot,
To draw a curve looking at only the positives,
Of the great things that are yet to ocurr,
Of all the things god made beautiful,
Hope is the most unconventional one.