Hope

Hope, the untimely feeling. Whole cities, lit up with the twinkle of hopeful eyes. The motivation it creates is enough to live on, to thrive on. Hope is like the rich soil that then permits the plant to search for more, and give itself the resources needed to advance. it is the very feeling that makes want to hold on to that rope and not let it go. To smile at your disadvantages with the joy of being able to overcome them. Hope, is very much a contagious feeling, designed to fill you up with joy, in order to make you shine with it. The rays you emit will create something positive, they are the next seeds that will grow into beautiful things.

Author's Note

Please don't pay attention to the spelling and grammar errors, hope you enjoy. :-)

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

There was a poet here once whose writing was always filled with hope (except when she was ranting) and I know she's missed.
Whenever I see the word hope in black and white I always think of Ana Sophia.
I hope that she's reading this and hope that "Hope" is the start of her 'comeback'.
Your poem brought this out of me Lucy Granger. Thank you.

[Anastasia Ortan]

I enjoyed reading it so much! I really 'hope' that the hope you wrote about will pass by me. Nicely Done!

[Maria Truica]

I love your writing. It is very inspirational and just simply awesome. Good Job!