I Am Hope

My days are melancholy,
But still I remember flight
And the bright blue sky.

I walk a fine line,
Actively taunting both sides,
Flouting order in order to flaunt light.

What little remains of that I was born
Bathes in rage fueled by pain–
Succumbing to neither.

I am the ghost that haunts the nightmare.
I am the angel healing the broken.
I am the speaker for the lost.

Wandering in the desert,
I am the thirst
And that which ends it.

I was there at the beginning,
When mistake and sin painted red the ground
And the sun hid behind black clouds.

Screaming, so loud was the noise,
But still I spoke your name
And drug you to safety.

You kicked and wailed
And cried into the soft parts of your heart
You thought sealed by the drought of love.

No matter how hard you may wish me away.
I will linger ever longer
In a world that has forgotten my name.

Let me again be a reminder
I am the never defeated.
I am hope.