Hope

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Like a crystal chandelier in the palm of a gentle hand rests Hope.

She rises like the joyous expectation of a new mother,

Like a budding seedling in the spring;

 with the dream of better tomorrows.

Hope is fragile,

fraught with yesterday’s disappointments

Suspended like a chandelier on a mere silver thread.

 When Hope is crushed

Glass shards remain

piercing the skin, blood reminders of pain; pain and sorrow.

 Yet,

again,

Hope rises,

on the wings of a dawn

believing

believing for a better tomorrow.

Dec’ 2013

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