The hope Poem 

My Hope is made from-

the sound of the sea,

the taste of ice-cream,

the wing breeze,

the shining sun,

and clear sky. 

I found it-

washed up on shore,

burred in the sand,

trapped in the dunes,

caught on the swing

that faces out to sea. 

This hope can-

prise open the coldest of hearts,

wash away fear,

gain the confidents you’ve

been waiting for

and make

you feel as free

as a bird. 

If I lost this hope-

even the happiest person in the

world would fall in despiser.