Hope
Hope is a bulb
under frozen snow
buried, dormant
far from the sun
it believes
unequivocally
that its shoots
will push through
the darkness
It gets that the soil
though cold and wet
will create the urge
to reach towards
the unseen light
and while it may never
feel the warmth itself
at some point
a flower
will send messages
of confirmation
Hope holds faith’s
hand and believes in love
it sees the stars
instead of the night
it speaks to possibility
it nudges miracles
from sleepy hollows
and waits patiently
for the world to turn
© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks
