Hope- a poem

The day you left, another came.

I didn’t even know her name.

I chose to never speak a word,

And strained for any sounds I heard.

My feet seemed ne’er to touch the ground.

And all I’d do is turn around,

For no path I could see in sight

And I would not let go the fight.

As time went on, so many days

I didn’t want to change my ways,

But gently I began to feel

Someone who wanted me to heal.

And in my grief, I learned her name.

And though life couldn’t be the same,

She shared with me her name was Hope,

And she was here to help me cope.

Today I walk along my path,

And physically, I am but half.

Yet, when I look to you, I see,

You’re always here aside of me.

Retm