Hope is like a rope.
Short, long, thick,or thin-
Braided,gnarled, ripped near the end
It stops, it starts
It turns your stomach into knots
If it isn't protected
It will often rot
Deep within the pit of your soul
Treat it right, save the night
Let it go, you will never know
Hope is like a rope
Like a blessing, with a note
Protect it
Keep it
By all means
Our country needs it.
S.B. Santiago
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