Process of Hope

For a long time,
perhaps the longest time,
I kept hope hidden in a bottle.

A tragic deed

"mistake" by perception
I did what needed to be done.

Time lapsed

immeasurable moments passed.
Time to erupt at last.

(I'm ready...)

I hold hope tightly with both hands
Let myself be powerfully vulnerable,
everyone along my journey understands.

What can be more amazing

than hope unleashed?
Hope holds infinite possibilities
that can ever be pushed and reached.

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