Torn as it's edge is, I have sworn always <br />To apprehend hope. Glazed with eyes blinded <br />By hurt, hope only can bind up loose frays <br />And render the future reasonably kind. <br /> <br />Hope sings it's own song loudly, forcibly <br />Too, for anyone who wants impressions <br />Of what can heal stress, and looks at causes <br />For mend. Hope can then yet achieve success. <br /> <br />Unravelling life can damage fringes <br />Of hope, but never blows totally dry <br />The freshest outlook. A mind-set unhinged <br />Without hope can cower in much sighing. <br /> <br />Lean then on strong hope, experience re-birth <br />Of delight, - quite the best feeling on earth.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fringes-of-hope/
