Hope is a Person

People talk about hope as if it’s an object. Something to be given, found, lost, stolen. They talk as if it’s meant to be sold. I think they’re wrong. Hope isn’t an object. Hope is a person. Hope wanders from place to place. They brush you with their fingertips, embrace you when you need them. Sometimes they get confused and lost. Whenever they get lost though, they always find their way home and when they do, you welcome them back with open arms and whisper “I was so scared, I thought I’d lost you.” Hope returns your embrace and wipes the tears from your eyes whispering “I’m here now, everything will be okay."