I have always envisioned hope as feathers,
thanks to a favorite poet, but as time goes on
and life flies by
I realize that for me, hope has tendrils

As layers of life accumulate,
tendrils of hope climb and grow
when a layer of pain develops
a tendril will sprout

When a loved one spirals and
scars accumulate,
a tendril appears and will
reach for the sky

When a loved one dies
and leaves you to sort
through the ashes of life,
a tendril will shoot forth

When a heart cries out
to the one who created it,
a tendril will reach all the way
to the heart