The Bridge

A poem about hope. Created by a Writing Prompt

There’s such a wide range between the never and the ever
         Hopeless
         to
         Hope

How do we bridge the gap?
Can we truly believe that this WILL be?
         For everyone?
         and also
         For you?

Does your hope crawl under the floorboards
         To nest with spiders and mice?
Or does it blare exultantly from the skies
         Impervious to the naysayer in you
         Or your naysaying neighbor?

Balance is the key to the bridge
The bridge of hope
         To love yourself while hoping
         And never, ever tip over the edge that this will never be