What does hope do?
What does it make us become
to keep holding on to it?
Born in hope,
we live in hope
and, perhaps,
we die in hope too.
Hope tells us
tomorrow will be better.
Hope whispers
that a new day will come.
We hope our future is bright.
We hope that, somehow,
we will be okay.
But sometimes I wonder—
what else does hope do?
Does it keep us going,
or does it keep us waiting?
Does hope save us,
or does it quietly trap us here?
Hope, dear hope
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 7:34 AM UTC
What does hope do?
What does it make us become
to keep holding on to it?
Born in hope,
we live in hope
and, perhaps,
we die in hope too.
Hope tells us
tomorrow will be better.
Hope whispers
that a new day will come.
We hope our future is bright.
We hope that, somehow,
we will be okay.
But sometimes I wonder—
what else does hope do?
Does it keep us going,
or does it keep us waiting?
Does hope save us,
or does it quietly trap us here?
Hope, dear hope