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Hope's Gift...A NiaG Poem

Updated on February 16, 2012

Roots begin to weaken

Fists no longer holding grip

Falling behind some more

Can’t keep up with the whip

Knocked all the way down low now

Everything feels so tall

It’s hard to rise above

Seems like an endless fall

Hoping for hopes gift

Can’t miss it when it comes

It’s the strongest power we have

Its brightness ignites the sun

Hope knocks down the cold

Takes on the hardest rides

Uplifts when doubts abundant

Softens life’s hard collides

Once you give hope a chance

What was once tall is now below

With hope we’ll all break free

Shadowed clouds will hover no more

If you'd like to hear my reading of the poem instead, play the video below. There is no video attached, only audio.


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      NiaG 5 years ago from Louisville, KY

      Thanks Eiddwen! Thanks for your kind words. I've kinda started to enjoy putting the voice to it. :0) You have a great day too!

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      Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

      This is truly beautiful and I enjoyed the video clip as well.

      I now look forward to reading so many more by you.

      Take Care and enjoy your day.


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      NiaG 5 years ago from Louisville, KY

      Exactly diogenes! Down and out is where we'd be.

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      diogenes 5 years ago from UK and Mexico

      Hope springs eternal and where would we be without it.


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      NiaG 5 years ago from Louisville, KY

      Thanks so much Dame Scribe. I truly believe hope is what keeps us going and getting through a lot of things in our lives. Without it, we'd all lay down and give up. Thanks for stopping by. Have a great day!

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      Dame Scribe 5 years ago from Canada

      It is usually when at our lowest ebbs that in finding hope, we find strength within to carry on towards our dreams. Wonderful writing and apt. :)