Hope Unbound..

Hope is what makes me believe,

Each day, as I start to weave,

Together and criss-cross, my warps and wefts.

That day of fall, and Oh! How high I leaped

All memories that I cherished,

and those that I want to be perished.

The fabric of life, thus made

smooth edges through sharp blades.

Yes, hope is what makes me believe

that each thread makes me complete.

And that God will always let the Sunshine,

and no matter how dark it is,

life will glow again and be on cloud nine.