Some believe
Hope
Is a fragile thing with
Black feathers for wings
It glides in the night
Like old man Santa
Searching for gifts to give

Others believe
Hope
Is an evil thing that
Glimmers for a moment
Then ****! It's
Gone gone gone
Hearts shattering in its tight grip

I believe
Hope
Is merely just a notion that
Blinds us to the
Harsh reality of life
Cushions us for
Life's blows