We met me and her in a dark deep alley
She
looked like a book I had long back read
"Just
a few more steps" came her voice
She
drew closer with my every breath
She
looked heavenly, her face had a bewildering glow
My
thoughts stopped at her serene eyes, looking at me, stemming the flow
A
blank struck me as she took my hand and pointed in a direction
I
looked at her skeptical, out of thoughts, incapable of any discretion
She
came closer and with an embrace she whispered "don't worry this is the
right step"
My
name is Hope and I am here to help
Hope: At times false, easily lost, twisted,
evil, a true destroyer and a relentless tormentor. Yet hope I must, for hope
might be the only one who will keep coming back to me no matter where I am.
Hope I must, for hope will guide me through these wretched times. Hope I must,
for hope alone gives me the strength to face the morning sun and to live for
moments that bring happiness.
