something I always write about.
In fact, in a quick search, I used hope in
(And seven times the last time I did a Poetry Marathon.
And, on my blog, don’t get me counting. I seem to include
Hope more than anything else.) Hope is here,
the perfect little handful of a word.
A perfect world-full remedy to heal our brokenness.
If we lose hope, we’ll fall out of the sky,
plucked like Emily’s thing without feathers.
Let’s keep hope.
(And we made it, we’ve Poetry Marathoned to the end!)