Sometimes all we have is hope;
a faint beacon of light at the end of a dark tunnel.
Something to grab on to.
When all else fails us and we feel so alone;
left at the end of our rope.
That is the time to search for any fragment to hold on to.
A sunrise of a brand new day;
soaking up those warm, bright rays of light.
For a new day is a new beginning.
The innocence of a new baby;
Untouched yet by life’s confusion and pain.
Savor the brand new soul,
Eagerly taking it all in.
The awe in those young eyes.
Hope is so very important.
To have it is to have faith that someday things will change.
Someday the light will shine again;
as bright as it once did.
Hope that darkness won’t prevail.
Sometimes it takes reaching out and grabbing a hand;
of someone else in need.
Because sometimes helping others,
helps our own light shine bright.
And in the process fresh hope is born.
The thing is hope needs to live.
To let it go is in essence giving up,
and life is too precious to cave.
For the pain of the journey is often the path to the light.
Loving others and loving ourselves too.
This love is what heals us and gives us faith to go on.
The kind of love that believes in something.
Anything that gets us through,
and in turn leads us to blessed serenity.
So during those times we struggle to shine.
Hold on tightly to your light.
Never let go of the miracle of hope.
For to hope is to breath.
Inspired by a twitter prompt:
“How people find and hold on to hope”
They call me Alaurilee
- Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a Teacup
- I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~