Hope




Hi, My name is Meghan Terrana and I am  14 years old.
	

hope.
an interesting word.
interesting feeling.
what is....
hope?
or rather,
what is left
when hope....
is gone?


Hope brings a rainbow
Shining after the rain
Hope brings the sunshine
It masks all our pain

Hope is a butterfly
Coming out of her cocoon
Hope is a pair of hands
That carry us over the moon

When hope is lost
All is lost
Our sunny warmth
Turns into frost

The rainbow and the butterfly 
Lose their colors
And only sigh

The butterfly has forgotten
How to use her wings
A hummingbird once beautiful
Now never sings

The mask that hope had provided
Now uncovers all our fears
The smiling face hope helped create
Is now streaming down with tears
(for all to see)

The hands that once could lift us up
Now let us down
Once we flew out of the sky
Now we lay crumpled on the ground

When hope is lost
All is lost
Our sunny warmth 
Turns into frost

I would greatly appreciate this.
e-mail me back with your comments please. 


Meghan Terrana