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.”
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
You have my heart with this poem, Magaly dearest!😍😍 Indeed, hope no matter its amount continues to grow and spread if we let it enter into our souls 💝
ReplyDeleteMay the growing never stops.
DeleteI love the way this piece unfolds, a little like watching a bud burst into full bloom on a time-lapse photography. I am so grateful for little bubbles of joy like this piece.
ReplyDeleteLittle bubbles of joy are the best.
Delete"if you keep me near an open heart" -- what a lovely phrase and image!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debra.
DeleteAfter pondering your Hope, i next thought of the parable of The Mustard Seed. Nice write
ReplyDeleteHave a blessed Wednesday Magaly
Much❤love
The mind works in mysterious ways...
DeleteLike you, Magaly, I persist in believing there will be a better tomorrow. Faith is a mighty force to overcome misery and despair.
ReplyDeleteIf we stop believing that it can happen, then it might never be. So, we shall keep on keeping on!
DeleteLove the last verse in particular. (And the cute baby crow.)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary.
DeleteThe image you paint of hope growing in hearts is so warm and comforting, Magaly – and I love the happy baby crow – corvid as opposed to covid! Even a glimmer of hope can get us to the other side of the Corona mountain.
ReplyDelete"corvid as opposed to covid!: I love that, Kim.
DeleteWorthy of multiple reads this morning, Magaly. Dickens comes to my mind, the two children behind the Ghost of the Present's robe. Ignorance and Want. Your "Hope" is much more comforting. Stay well.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen.
DeleteHope a beautiful thing..I write dark poems, snarky poems at times, but I never close the door on hope. Love this poem!!
ReplyDeleteDarkness is only hopeless if we make it. I, too, love writing the dark--as you already know.
DeleteIt sounds simple but really a very sad situation, "Hope only dies when we stop hoping." I hear quite often, "I gave hope on..."
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No hope is always sad.
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ReplyDeleteI was more like, "Hope is like a prostitute - cheap and contagious." ^^
Ha!
DeleteHope is necessary for life to go forward. It skips along hand-in-hand with believe! Such a good reminder/message Magaly.
ReplyDeleteHope and belief are certainly kissing cousins!
DeleteIndeed hope is what that keeps us moving.
ReplyDeleteYou can say that again.
DeleteWow! I skipped this prompt because I didn't know what to do with it, but obviously you did--in a masterful way. Well done! (And I think I'll hold on to Hope, thank you.)
ReplyDeleteYou and me both.
DeleteYes, hope is so important. As with love, it should never be abandoned.
ReplyDeleteNot ever.
DeleteNice. I like the set up. I think I hold hope and disturbed disappointment at the same time I believe the good eventually prevails over lies and manipulation because lies are built on a house of cards and hope and truth on a lasting foundation.
ReplyDeleteI think this is a realistic attitude. Just because we hope, it doesn't mean that the world's nastiness is going to go poof.
DeleteGreat dialogue...
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteVery nice, Magaly. <3
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jenna.
DeleteI absolutely love this Hope is small and can grow and it has courage and is persistent
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marja.
DeleteThis wriggled right into my heart and found a warm spot.
ReplyDeleteYay!
Deleteyes, hope only dies when we stop hoping.
ReplyDeletei believe in hope, despite what i usually write about are dark.
So say we all (most of the time).
DeleteHope can't be trusted - that's my mantra :)
ReplyDeleteOuch.
DeleteMay hope grow like a virus throughout the world and may those who can help us, do so.
ReplyDeleteSo mote it be!
DeleteSometimes hope is all one has. Here you give us the reasons to keep hoping still. Thank you, Magaly
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joel.
DeleteBeautiful words, from a beautiful soul! I feel like this a rebirth of this earth. A rebirth for all of us. Hope is like love! Keep them both near your heart! I love you my friend! Please keep safe and healthy! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteAnd if we keep them close, they'll keep us...
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