The gift
The gift arrived with little expectations.
it was unwrapped
an open box
it had contained Hope
but like with Pandora’s box the hope
escaped and travelled off with little fanfare.
When I peered inside the box this is when
the hope escaped-it covered my face, it cloaked my outfit, it drizzled me
into rainbows and unicorns.
The gift was unsigned. It was anonymous.
It was not even addressed to me yet i opened it anyways.
It was in a small sparkly white marbled box made
completely of cardboard.
it felt heavy like it weighed a ton this carrying case
of a loaded gun.
This box containing all of the hope required for the entire planet
yet here i had accidently stumbled upon it.
now what?
now what to do with all this foolish hope
laid upon my bare shoulders and entrusted
to me?
Simply believe, is what I find myself whispering to myself.
Simply believe in Hope.
because clearly Hope believes in
me.
And I think that is something scared.
I think that that is something meant to be.