HOPE
An anchor in the waters of life for a time so brief
Or an oasis in the desert of sinking grief
Its presence, without which destiny is not worth waiting
Its absence, a powerlessness that stops the heart from singing
Like a cool breeze on a hot summer’s night
It rips through the darkness coaxing you to see the light
A chime from the heart to lift your destitute mind
Beckoning you forward, through the wistful grind
Like sunshine on a cloudy day, it guides you on your way
Holding you gently so you may not sway
A lifesource for all that you seek
And yet not, a promise to keep
For finality is a pre-ordinance that is destined to be
And HOPE is not an assurance for what you desire it to be.
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amazing poem with great meaning and vocabulary.