Traveling With Hope Poem by Chukwuemeka Ezeamalu

Like scaling mountains without rope,
I sailed on a journey with Hope
To all destinations, our fates
Passing through horizons of hates
To be washed off by waves from sea
On lands, no calm but storms to see
Hope was first to cave in to pains
Dragging me slowly with its chains
Towards the open mouths of evils
As helpless hare before eagles
All the while, my shadow stood still
Reminding me that I breathe still
I broke up with ease and made choice
To hear more that familiar voice
From the beginning, was of Hope
Pledging to stay so, long I cope.
Truly the hope I lost ne'er left,
'Cause each breath I breathe is Hope felt