Hope: A Poem

Hope is satin

Softest cotton

The thing you slip into

When the silver lining is caught

Between darkest night and pure bravado

Hope is the first sip of coffee after a sleepless night

The little hand that slips into yours

Your favorite song playing when you turn on the radio

It’s the comfort of a new tomorrow

When today feels too heavy to bear

It’s the promise that unfurls like dreams

Bright

Soft

Ethereal

A song for your soul that sounds like a heads-up penny

Tastes like first love

Feels like strong arms wrapping you in a hug

Hope is the comfort that carries you through