MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT

Hope!

Hope is a very small word
When I stand at my window
On a wintry night
Shivering from something
More than just the cold
The darkness stretches
For miles on end before me
Another person might see it empty
Shadows and desolate desperation
But I see beyond the dark
The city lights twinkling
Blinking and fading
Through the tears
And I know that's hope for me
Hope is a very small word
When the winter fog
Comes floating through my window
I know the sun is going to be obscure
As hazy as future
As unknown as a tomorrow
But sometime in the afternoon
The sun might peak
It gives little warmth
A glimpse, just a smile
And I learn once again to hope
Hope is a very small word
Have you ever stood on top of a bridge
And stared at the mighty river beneath
Or even a metal road winding
Melting into the horizon
Of a winter dawn smog
Have you stood on the sixth floor balcony
At 3 am with just your headphones
A sad play list
An empty call list
And a shawl clutched around you
And wondered, where is hope?
I have and still I found hope
In the stars
A twinkling galaxy of wonders
A gentle moon obscured by the clouds
But still bathing you in light
Like an unknown hug
That's where hope resides
Hope is a very small word
Imagine it's 2am
And you drag yourself to the incubator
Peering through alarm fatigue
And an 800 gram little thing
Clutches your finger
Wouldn't you smile?
That is hope for me
One busy morning running to my ward
I find a old man smiling at me
He remembers me from a year back
When he was in oncology
With a lost hope with life
He holds my hand and says he's fine
That is hope for me
I don't know your definition of hope
I don't know mine either
But hope comes from little things
From people, from yourself
Yes, you can be your own hope.
Hope is a very small word
Four letters
But it makes a big difference