Hope

A feeling of hope places gently in my hands
The sorrow, it lifts from deep in my soul
And I can begin to breathe once more
Fresh air fills my once vacant lungs
Expanding the idea that destruction can rest
And collide with now empty useless thoughts
Because hope now rests in my grip
My strength is building in hope and courage
The anger and guilt are buried deep inside
But with every last breath the dirt moves
And as the dust finally settles back down again
I can say that hope can do wondrous things
As long as you decide to believe again