A Poem and Thoughts About Hope - The Ebb and Flow of Joy
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Hope is a wonderful state of mind. It infuses life with positivity and gives someone a new outlook on the world. Although the words “hope” and “wish” are often used in the same way, true hope is not the same as wishful thinking. Wishing involves a desire for a specific outcome that is often unrealistic and very unlikely to happen, such as the wish to win a large sum of money in a lottery. Having realistic hope doesn’t necessarily mean that everything in life will be wonderful, but it’s an expectation that something good can emerge or can be created from a situation.
For some lucky people hope is a continual presence, an old friend that never deserts them. For others hope seems to ebb and flow like the tide, growing and then subsiding for a while. Hope sometimes seems like a seedling that breaks through the soil after winter as the light returns. Like a growing seedling and its opening buds, true hope predicts a productive future. However, seeds are sometimes unable to germinate, or seedings may be crushed or suffocated by debris, too weak to push their way past obstacles. Just like a struggling plant, hope may be unable to emerge, or it may flicker and then vanish. Luckily, just as the earth receives new seeds full of potential, new and viable seeds of hope can be planted in our minds.
Hope
I found hope again today,
a tiny bud of joy,
that could perhaps unfurl
and grow delightedly,
or shrivel with a sigh
and sink to earth again,
dejected and forlorn.
I like to visit every day
to see how hope survives.
Sometimes I find a slender shoot
that struggles for the sun
and whispers secret happiness,
or surges up towards the light
with power and sympathy.
But then again hope disappears,
concealed by earth and dross,
or choked by spider web,
unable to expand,
battered by distress
and hidden by distrust,
alone and inaccessible.
You thought you’d dug it out
and crushed all life away.
But hope hides carefully
and sleeps through time and pain,
dreaming of release,
and then - I hope -
awakens wide and brilliantly.
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I like this poem - both for the flow and for the triumph of hope. Lovely!
And your profile picture - I could hug that kitty!
What a great poem, thank you so much for sharing.An up and beautiful is in order I think.
Take care.
...there is always hope in finding another great writer - and here you are!!!!!
.....and yes I am a fellow Canadian too, from snowy Lake Erie in Canada.
A beautiful up lifting poem, thanks for sharing it enjoyed it very much!
This is lovely. Hope is always there.
Very well written poem, great work Alicia!
Very beautiful poetry of struggle and hope. Delightful.
As long as there is Hope, there is reason to go on, to live, to laugh, to Love...and I Loved
your poem on Hope...A little word that means so much. Thanks for sharing.
yes without it we are lost, nicely put.
Beautifully written and....yes, full of Hope! Wonderful descriptive phrases and metaphor.
Alicia,
Love your poetry style-- always worth holding out for hope...!
Voted UP, AWESOME & BEAUTIFUL!
Poetry undulating the valleys and peaks of human emotions.
My computer has been revived and I am having a lovely time snorkelling around hubs by my favourites. Came across this beauty. Lovely visuals, love the slender shoot struggling for the sun and the choking spider web. Beautiful words with hope conquering all obstacles. Voted up and awesome.
So very beautiful indeed.
Take care
Eddy.
You are so welcome.
quite fantastic alicia!
u are quite welcome!






















The Baking Guru 17 months ago
Beautiful!