Hope

Where is hope in the darkest of days,
when your body has lost all strength and the sky has become hazy and gray,
and you think you're alone in this cold and twisted world
because you cry out for help,
no one can hear,
the only thing that escapes from your throat is a scratchy little yelp.
It's like you're standing naked on row boat
in the middle of the sea,
it's night and it's dark and the storm is your enemy.
All you want is a jacket,
something to keep you warm, something to keep you dry,
someone to help you pull that plank from your eye
so you can finally see
where you're standing.
That you're not alone.
That you're closer to shore than you think.
And a light appears on the horizon after you blink
the stinging salt water from your bloodshot eyes,
you thought you were strong, you thought you were wise,
but the only thing keeping you alive was hope.
Hidden at first,
but at that moment when all seems to be lost,
when life appears to bear such little cost,
your lighthouse, your beacon of hope, appears
and beckons you near.