Hope

Written by Alexa Taylor

I know all too well how fleeting a moment of happiness can be.

I know how few tears must fall to become to fill a void as vast and as cold as the ocean in December,

and I know how quickly one can drown.

But when Hope wraps her arms around me,

She is a beautiful blanket of promises to be made and fears not yet realized.

She dries me with a warmth that sparks envy in even the sun,

and threatens the coldest of winter nights.

She helps me mend the frayed ends of threads that I could never keep from unravelling,

And I begin to create memories just young enough to offer comfort,

even as the old ones that linger offer anything but.

With her, I am trusting enough to believe that I can swim,

even without holding my breath.