I am hopeful for my life and future.
I bring cheer and gladness and joy.
I ease the burdens from others' shoulders and carry their weight.
An artificial hope, but artificial is better than none.
I am a beacon of light for others, while my interior burns to a crisp.
All people know this well,
they are the ones who light the fires.
Still, I pride myself in knowing I can bring hope to those who suck the hope from others.
I still feel hope despite the burns.
