Hope can be a fickle warrior,
Often battered beyond recognition,
Sometimes lingering in the shadows
Waiting for the storm to quell,
Living in a whispered silence,
Waiting for a better fate,
Silent prayers,
Wistful dreams,
Pennies in a wishing well.
Just when hope is all but lost to
Shaken faith and circumstance
Comes a hero, unconventional,
To conjoin the frantic dance.
Thoughtful contemplations merge with
Luminous imagination
Fostering a new-found path to
Follow without hesitation.
And just like that
Hope is rekindled,
Confidence is born anew.
Choices found from abstract leanings
Lend a different point of view.
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