Hope to me is life. Without hope there is no life.
Hope is what keeps me breathing, hope that someday
things will get better. Hope that I can change,
that others will see that change.
Hope that the future will be less painful than the past.
Hope that freedom exists outside of me. Hope that
God exists for me. Hope that I’m not too old
or too late, not too much nor missed the date.
Hope that I haven’t gone too far or sunk too low.
Hope that elevation is possible even for someone
as contaminated as me.
Hope that opportunities will not pass me by.
Hope that chances and chances again apply also to me.
Hope that restoration and redemption are not just
words etched in concrete lost somewhere in the
fabric of time.
Hope that the stars still shine, though I can’t see them.
Hope that a wave is crashing on a beach somewhere
beyond my hearing.
Hope the real food exists though I can’t taste it,
Hope that love still exist though I can’t feel it.
I hope that hope still exists and applies even to me.