Hope Died

Hope began as a small child, 
Torn from her mother’s womb. 
She grew beside me, meek and mild,
Her voice my only anchor in a world of doom. 

We journeyed on against the shadows, 
She stayed with me through all my sorrows. 
Her voice 
Her words 
A fragile promise
A holy thread through life’s abyss 

But the night stretched on for far too long 
The night deepened, fierce
The storms were strong 
A monster rising from the whole 
A silent void that swallowed her soul. 

Her voice grew weak and faint 
I held on tightly 
But she died 
And I accepted my fate 

In the distance I could hear my loved ones crying in despair 
So I gave the memories of the words 
Hope used to share 

Then suddenly light split the night sky 
Hope rose through Me 
Hope had not died 

Darkness will never leave 
It’s a force that stays near 
But now I shine my light to calm the fear
A lamp for others lost in prayer 
When hope feels absent 
I stand there