Lost Hope Poem by Serena Blackinton

Hope is a baby bird,
An infant fallen from its home,
Abandoned and left to die
Cold, forgotten and alone.

Hope is a young man,
Nurturing, loving, tender,
Caring, healing and helping,
Sharing his warmth.

Hope is a fluttering of life,
Noisy, demanding, urgent,
Refusing to give up,
But broken all the same.

In silence hope sleeps,
Drifting away through time and space,
The little bird exhales its last breath,
And is finally at peace.