To Hope #30PoemChallenge

Hope is not a thing with feathers

It is a thing with scales

That slips and slides all through your brain

And never stops or fails

And clearest – in the murky depths

And cruel must be the brute

The could squash this little fish

That no one can pollute

I’ve felt it in my darkest void

It slides around my heart

And all it ever asks of me, is

“Do not fall apart”