laura random


Hope At It's Strongest


Hope is the thing that keeps us going
Hope is a poem without any words
Hope is what follows us everyday
Hope is the light that sparks our eyes

Hope that it will all get better
Hope that you will find love
Hope that people will be kind
Hope that you will stay alive

Hope is the strongest thing of all
Hope will allow us not to fall
Hope will rise against anything
Hope is like a fiery ring

Hope never stops
Hope is always there
Without it we would be lost
Without out it we would not care

Submitted: Sunday, September 23, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, October 31, 2012

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I wrote this poem after i was recovering from anorexia, before i had no hope and when i found it it helped me get through things :) sadly now most of my hope is lost

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  • Joy Stuckey (11/26/2012 4:43:00 AM)

    I really like ur poem laura, especially part about hope is a poem w/out any words. Very pretty. I have struggled w/hope a lot of my life... My dearest husband mark died 3 yrs ago, I have more hope now, was hard for the 1st 8 months. Acronym-hope-hang on pain ends... Im glad u didnt die. keep writing, feeling, it gets better. Keep holding Gods hand. Peace, Joy (Report) Reply

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