Hope cries like the bird at night

Starting to sing before dawn

Fighting the dark’s chains of doubt

Finding a limb to cling upon

Undoubting the fact of light

Even when the last star is gone

Hope fights like the ship at sea

Rowing just as hard as they can

Unwilling to admit defeat

Despite the great dark ocean span

Fixing on the beam of light

That promises there is still land

Hope stands like the flower strong

Beaten down by the pouring rain

Seeing through the endless storm’s

Driving torrents and crushing pain

Still holding its head up high

With faith the sun will shine again

This fragile sculpture made of glass

Trying to hold in my hands

Sometimes sharp though beautiful

So close no one else understands

Afraid to let the pieces drop

Who knows what happens when it lands

Turning it round and round to look

It changes shape before my eyes

The light comes in – so different now

Intense emotions fall and rise

I can’t tell when I’m touching real

What is this object’s shape or size

I’m told to shelter, watch it grow

Just focus on what’s here today

But it feels out of my control

So hot it’s hard for me to stay

That heat is molding, fusing bonds

Look through the glass to see the way