Sometimes, we wished for things to stay peaceful,
Sometimes, we wished for our dreams to remain faithful,
On other days, we wished for people to never be awful,
To respect and love each other.
Some nights, we reminisced the past in perfect blue,
Some nights, we reminisced them in shades of red,
No matter how much we try to forget,
Our nightmares would come to us anyway.
Hope is a word I love to say,
It is also a word that I love to hate,
No matter how much I would hope,
Things always stay the same.
The bad memories I have, live in the corners of my mind,
They creep and feed in my soul,
I only hoped for it to leave and never return,
But hope turned a blind eye and left me alone.
Sometimes, hope would cradle me in her arms,
Sings me a sleeping lullaby and brings me peace,
Carries me to my paradise,
Hope was gentle and sweet.
However, in reality, hope was only in my mind,
Stuck and still with no feelings,
Hope would either look at me with a frown,
Or with a smile so bright.
What is hope? Is it alive and real?
Or just fake wishful thoughts?
Hope is our strength in belief,
The strength to have faith
In the future we wish to have,
And work to achieve.
Hope is me, I am hope.
The salvation of my misery,
The hero in my story.
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