Ode to Hope

A/N: I wrote this for my creative writing class one night as I listened to
the most depressing trance song I ever heard and reflected upon life and
hope.

Hope
shines bright
like search lights
through dense pea soup,
stronger
than a spider web
spun in intricate designs
but more fragile
than sparkling crystal
Hope
so out of reach
like clouds in the sky
but right there
in front of you
like the grass and dirt.
Hope
is a butterfly
landing on your arm,
gracing you with its presence
for no more than mere seconds,
then flying up into the sky
before you can grasp it
in your hand,
once again out of reach.
Hope
floats like a flower petal
on the wind,
then sinks to the ground
to be trampled upon
unnoticed.
Hope,
more empty than
a black vertex
relentlessly sucking in celestial beings
or a dark room
abandoned long ago,
left to collect dust and dirt.
Hope
drowns you
like quicksand,
and the harder you struggle,
the faster you sink.
Hope does float
and so do you,
until you let go
and swim on your own.

(Inspired by the song I previously posted)