Hope

I hold hope in my hand

It is tiny and fragile

Like a small bird newly born

So when fear steps in

I must resist the urge

To clench too tightly

To crush the hope

I need most then

Instead let my hands

My heart

My being

Be open

Hope to be realized

Must leave me

And enter the world

To grow its wings

Fly to the hand

The heart

The being

Of all