A poem about finding your way back from dark places and embracing hope.
The funny thing about hope is it stagnates.
Yes, people say that hope lightweight,
Floating above the plains of existence.
Hope is a dove,
Hope is a feeling,
Hope is looking into the eyes of the one you love.
The funny thing about hope is it can die.
The flower petals wither under the sun,
Succumbing to their imminent demise,
Hope laughs at its plight.
Truly, it is no surprise.
Fake is the new black.
Everyone wears it these days;
So real hope is hard to find.
It is hidden in a labyrinth,
It expects you to chase it through the maze.
True hope is a treasure to be found,
It lights up dark pathways.
True hope doesn’t laugh,
Instead, it trumpets on.
It is your cheerleader for all bad days,
All the bad days coming and those that are gone.
When you get lost in the maze of life,
Close your eyes and remember.
Hope is eternal.
Hope is what you control.
On the darkest days,
Take a lamp and see.
All is not lost as long as you have hope,
As long as you always keep trying to find it,
Keep trying to see,
Nothing is lost when you have hope,
So find it.
Prompt by Christine Graves “Random Sentence: Just some words to spark your imagination: All is not lost as long as you have hope.”
Tas The Artist 
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