There’s a hand holding me
When I’m falling down,
When I don’t believe
Hope is the key.
I can feel its grip
Keeping me grounded,
When I’m about to slip.
The light is there
But there’s no tunnel,
Just the light in darkness
For me to juggle.
For when I close my eyes
The beats in my chest,
Are a reminder
I was never born to rest.
So I’ll keep pretending
I’m in control,
That this world didn’t ruin me
Or blacken my soul.
Hope will always pull me back
If I’m about to fall,
Because it hears the screaming
Beneath my wall.


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11 Responses to Hope…

  1. Excellent piece. Everybody needs hope especially in the darkest of times πŸ™

    Liked by 1 person

  2. judybarton says:

    ..and the hope, such a hope, is a people, a Love. For me, it is so…


  3. Become More Healthy Blog says:

    Reblogged this on Become More Healthy Blog and commented:
    I often provide that hand… that grip… to people in need, if they deserve it!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Mind Blowing Creation,Nice One.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. mandibelle16 says:

    Hope springs eternal. Lovely poem.

    Liked by 1 person

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