Hope
Hope looks like The crackling fire on a winter night,
The new buds on a cherry tree,
Monday,
A whole new week.
Hope sounds like Tinkling bells, and bird calls, waves Crashing on unknown shores.
Hope feels like The breath of hot air as you walk inside, Hugs, love,
I believe you can find your hope
If you know
Where to look,
So many of us watch our lives passively
Like binge-watching your favorite show,
If you can try you can take the reins
And Steer towards hope
By Elizabeth from the Coventry Ink Spot anthology 2019