Hope

Hope is a dangerous thing.

It could be a hammer wrecking our soul like it would a mirror

Or a storm that would destroy the crops of our labour

Or yet even a fire that burns our house.

But couldn't it possibly be the wings that uplift our souls to great heights

Or the drizzle that replenishes our plants with fresh water

Or the light that brings us warmth?

So don't stop hoping for a better future.

For life without hope is like a bird who is afraid to fly.

She might have a long life

But what is the point of that life?