Following Hope Like a tall building being destroyed Emotions crumble and fall Like a rushing waterfall hitting a boat below Drowning in the empty abyss A silhouette appears through the rubble and mist Stepping toward the thing called Hope Like red flames engulfing a beautiful tree Anger swallows whole, without a thought without a care Like an evil grin displayed upon an evil face Destroying everything and anyone in its path A silhouette appears through the heat and flames Stepping toward the thing called hope Like a rose finally starting to wilt in the summer sun Love can die slowly after it blossoms Like a fallen building rushing to the ground The heart breaks in the blink of an eye A silhouette appears thought the pain and destruction Stepping toward the thing called hope Like the coming of winter, when the leaves fall Sadness envelops all of creation for the lack of color Like the birth of a runt to a new mother Small and weak it is easily disregarded by the others A silhouette appears through death and loneliness Stepping toward the thing called hope Like a small bird straying away from the nest Illness brings you down and breaks your back Like left to float out into the sea You can’t survive without enduring hardships A silhouette appears through the pain and work Stepping toward the thing called hope Reaching out, but not quite there Following close, but not quite there If you always persevere And don’t let things disappear You can run, sneaking up And touch the thing called hope that is held so dear By Cassandra N. Grass |