I have one hope for right now,
I have many, but those are for later
And I keep this hope with a ribbon tied around it
In a bow
Because it’s worth enough to be dressed up pretty
And delicate paper wrapped around it three times
Because it’s fragile, like hopes are
The way they break so soon and easily
But I have made sure to keep this one safe, and
Currently it is lying in extra protection;
Styrofoam and bubble-wrap
With the bow still around it
But I opened it today, and I set it close to the edge
And I nudged it daringly
And it wobbled like a see-saw so teasingly
But slowly came to a comfortable stop
And after that,
I knew I had this hope very well in my hands
And I know now, it’s not going to leave
Until it sprouts
From a hope to a reality