Hope is a fickle thing.
It hides from view when needed most.
It chooses to sit in some overlooked corner,
Waiting for the perfect moment to be found.
Hope is a quiet thing.
It doesn’t scream out “Hey! Over here!”
It’s easily drowned out by the voices of others,
If only someone could give it a voice.
Hope is never lost, not really.
It’s always there, waiting,
Wishing that someone would reach out.
Could that person be you?