Hope

What allows us to endure?
What keeps us alive?
Others may wither,
And yet we thrive.

To some, "the thing with feathers"
To others; a rose
Entangled amongst iniquities
Yet freely it grows.

Though all is desolate
Engulfed in despair
It can be found,
Still lingering there.

Surviving in darkness
Lusting for light
Living just knowing
It all will be right.