Night falls,
pitch black,
with it comes
a loss of hope
a strange sense
of abandonment.
This is our hope.
We sense it every day.
In the face of a child,
or in the words of a soldier,
it is there.
Yet, as it flickers and dies,
we wonder
was it worth it?
Was it really worth
all those headaches,
all the heartbreak,
all the fights
the blood, sweat, and tears?
Our hope dies.
But like a phoenix,
rising from the ashes,
it comes again.
The dawn of a new day brings
a renewal
a chance
to look into the eyes of another
and see love.
The chance to
run your fingers through red hair
and laugh
as if you were never down at all.
We learn, eventually, that hope must die
to begin anew.
Yes, it hurts.
And yes, it will happen
again and again.
But for now,
we will take our time
to build something
taller, stronger
something bright and promising.
This is the future.
Embrace.
