Flight of Hope

Hope hovers, unsure if she is welcome,
I hold her at once close and yet far,
Stay! I tell her, don't go!

But let no dreams turn false today,
In fact, I tell her,
Better it is that I don't dream at all.

But dreams do come, wishes and desires multiply,
And I dream of soaring in the sky,
But then the demons of fear dance and shout,
They yell, "Ha! Ha! Ha! You'll fall to the ground!"

And then I look at Hope,
With pleading, beseeching eyes
Begging her, "Tell me, I won't!"
But she won't.

All she offers is an embrace,
An empty one I feel, with no assurances,
And therefore I reject.

But when she turns to leave,
I ask her to stay.

And she stays, at once near and at once far,
Her arms still open and empty,
Waiting for me should I ask for help.

And at the time of reckoning,
When the demons shout louder, willing me to fall,
Hope embraces me,
And in that instant, I am Hope, and Hope is me,
The demonic voices grow smaller and the dancing stops,
I take wings and soar freely in clear skies.