My Negativity As A Positive

Hope

Hope.

A shining light that seems so bright,

A blooming flower that continues to rise,

A simple glow that seems to grow.

Hope.

The everlasting green like the Christmas tree,

The delicate yet sturdy being,

Carried by all those young and old,

Eternal power that continues to flow.

Hope.

It crushes what seems to blacken,

By making the darkness into a happy show,

Building up in undistinguished masses,

Standing tall and proud to surpass.

Hope is that of joy and light,

Guiding the people on a stormy night,

making a path to cross the road,

saving the glass that's been thrown.

The subtle defense that never goes,

until there is a tiny bullet hole.