Hope

Hope
is not
a helpless
trembling leaf,
hanging
on a branch
of fickle uncertainty.


Hope
is the string
that gives wings
to a kite,
to soar into
nothing
and everything.

Hope
is the ground
from where
I place
my next step
into blinding light
and darkness.

Hope
arises from
a deep stirring
within,
drawing me out
and into a world
of infinite possibilities.

Hope.
The string
that binds,
is also the one
that sets me free.