Hope is a fading cloud-
      disipating in the wind
stolen away by the hand of evil- carried off by the sands of time
a small flickering flame in the darkness that we call life- so close,
     so far away.
A fragile thing, small and beautiful
   like a pinned butterfly.
Hope is the place where victim becomes survivor,
       sometimes I see it.
But the only time I felt it, is when I felt it shatter.
Hope.
Hope is for those who believe this world still has a chance.
   I am hope.
Watch me shatter.