Hope Is Poem by Daniele Cerasoli

Hope is a light
Shining bright
Leading us through
The blackened night.

Hope is a way
Which fights decay
And helps us through
Each desolate day.

Hope is a road
Steady, not slowed,
That, everyday, helps us
To burden the load.

Hope is a bird up high
Way up there, in the sky,
Staying there because it Believes
That it can fly.

Hope is all in
Pushing effort, if it wears thin
Never ceasing, never quitting
Forcing us to fight for the win.

Hope is a flower on a plain
Suffering on a sundried terrain
But if it manages to endure
It will be repaid with rain.

Hope is a patient, fighting strong,
Knowing they may not live long
But if they battle long enough
They will, at last! Hear their swan song.

Hope is a man who does not believe
That he can do anything he wants to achieve
A change of faith is all that he needs
To leave himself thinking that he was naïve.

With hope, we unite
Combining our might
Crushing despair
And winning the fight.