Simmering silent in my heart's secret corners, there lie my hopes.
They hide in the depths and the dark.
They have been bruised before.
Not crushed; despair has never yet quite won over my hopes.
There has been no total devastation.
Hope might be a flickering flame, but it is a stubborn one.
It will not so soon be snuffed.
Isn't hope just being ungrateful for that which you already have? :O
ReplyDeleteThe treasured wretch blog. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
Nice poem though, never give up.