Hope

Hope sits in my window.

She greets me every morning when I stumble to the kitchen, bleary-eyed

and still hearing the echoes of my dreams ringing in my ears.

Hope is exuberantly there on sunny days, telling me that

Spring is on it's way, just hold on a bit longer.

Hope sits quietly while it rains, the gray sky hindering the sun

from helping Hope to cast her shadow, but waiting for me

nonetheless.

The memory of Hope stays with me during the day,

reminding me that she's always there, ready to encourage,

to lend her faith, to join me in my daydreams.

Hope is still there as the day drifts away, as the shadows

take over and usher in the night, when the moon rises to watch me sleep.

She is my constant companion and infects me with her optimism.

The briefest notion that she has slipped away brings her rushing back,

full of reassurance and promises never to abandon me.

Hope makes me believe that my dreams will come true,

becoming tangible parts of my reality.

She is pure inspiration and motivation.

Hope is always with me, my guardian angel.