Bare bones

Bare Bones.

Hope is not always soft and lovely.

She is not always cascading rivers

and sunlit skies, dancing.

Hope knows there is work to be done.

There are roads to be traveled and 

turns to be made.

She is bare bones and deep waters.

She is weary and weak.

She is barely a glimmer.

She shakes when she speaks.

This is where hope lives.

Smothered in sweat, full of war and

on the verge of crumbling into the sea.

Yet there she is - 

quietly breathing.

~ullie-kaye