She was warned.Disappointment always comesto all who believein her; Hope can’t be trusted.She was given an explanation.Hope is just too small, notlikely to become more. Unlikeher brother, Misery, the Hope
child has no one but herself.
Nevertheless, she persisted.“Yes,” Hope says, “I amsmall and often alone. Butif you keep menear an open heart, I spread,spread, spread and growbigger.”
“Happy Baby Crow”, by Magic Love Crow(because the wee crow’s expression always warms my heart)
regardless of how large Despair gets or how many souls Misery collects, a bit of Hope can always become more. Some might roll their eyes at these words or think me naïve for believing them. That’s their right. Just like it’s my right (and yours, if you want) to find solace and strength in the fact that Hope only dies when we stop hoping—and some of us will never stop.
for Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #12: Nevertheless, She Persisted, where I invite everyone to write new poetry or prose which includes the words, “She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.” Use the sentences at the beginning, or in the middle, or at the end of your entry. Use them consecutively or in separate paragraphs or stanzas. All forms and genres are welcomed. If you choose prose, let your story or article… be 369 words or fewer. Also linking to Sanaa’s Writers’ Pantry #13: April, here we come!
inspired by the e-book below, which you can download for free HERE