In a bag of emotions,
hope is a potent potion.
Promise of persistence,
Desire for fulfillment of a vision.

An itch, a hankering,
a wish for a miracle,
a last straw, a longing,
a personal pinnacle.

A logic defying craving,
wishes on life’s ascend,
maybe, day dreaming,
or to simply transcend.

Hope can be a deep yearning,
stubbornly defying reasoning,
In rain, wish of sunshine,
blossoming of flower on dry vine.

Pining for good results after a test,
when nerves astray, from east to west,
like a desired end to a thriller,
hope is  both a pillar and a glimmer.