What is hope
For those hopeless
That strength undone
Shows its fitness in toil
Untested, undeveloped
The embryotic spirit whimpers
Seeking guidance and comfort
Character, a nebulous trait
Walks close by in trust
No force can thwart that
The voice of hope stands near
Those who look for it are lost
For it is always within them
But an infant is helpless
Though within an adult body
There are no answers there
The cries of a child are pleas
Those of desperation unheard
They hope for basic needs
But those needs become greater
Undefined by what hope is
Expectations beyond measure
Deplete a vacuous soul, needy
Its voice loud and empty too
There is hope even in death
In the pains of life ceasing
In torments of days releasing
Still hope springs eternal
What is hopelessness
For mortal bonds seemingly so
That all should find itself still
Unknown and feared, meek
Those cripples by induction
They numb with poisons got
Confusing stasis with strength
And the frailties of body, of age
Cannot dictate daily outcome
If they are not granted passage
On the journey of one's being
To breathe each day, faithfully
Awaiting death's hold, bidding
It is hope, even in adversity's face