HOPE

Stuck in a rut,
And through quicksand descending.
Down, down, through a spiral,
down, down, neverending.

Just a little bit further
until (thud) here’s rock bottom.
Do you think I can’t rise up?
Do you think I’ve forgotten?

I have not. For you see,
I have been here before.
I’ve sailed many a storm
on to calm golden shores.

I have taken steps
with feet heavy as lead.
I have broken through fury,
and despair, and dread.

I have seen it all, and I have not given up,
For when all has but crumbled, still hope fills my cup.

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