Writing 101 Day 3: Treasure Chest
“Hope should be treasured, loved and kissed.” ____ Lisa Hardy
I opened the chest to look inside,
And there she lay. Had she died?
Dirty, cold and all alone…
There in the chest she called home.
Hope, beaten by guilt and shame,
Lay there dying, crippled and lame.
Wiping at tears I squinted to see…
If she would look and recognize me.
Too weak to raise her weary head,
Hope whispered faintly to me and said;
“I’m still here…don’t let me die…”
And with that my Hope began to cry.
I lifted her up… cradled her close
Wiped the tears from the tip of her nose.
Kissed her lips and laid her to rest
Within my heart, her treasure chest.