Hold Fast

About hope

Hope - is like a rope

scratchy, tangled, worn,

swaying in the wind,

but never falling down.

Though the fibres may scratch,

and it may lose its luster - 

it's still there,

twirling, in the wind,

hanging in the rain.

Giving something to keep hold.

And if it may break,

or it will weaken -

it will always be there

to be repaired.

As small a piece 

as it may degrade to

it will never be gone.

Remember that 

and hold on.