Hope's Gift...A NiaG Poem
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
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