Hope

It all seems so dreary,
so dark,
like life is pulling you down.
Blankets of black wrapped around your frame,
you feel like you're drowning,
an anchor tied to your ankle,
dragging you down.
You're helpless.
Hopeless.
And then,
when the last glimmer of light starts to fade,
a hand pokes through the cloud.
It grabs you and tugs.
It's stronger than the anchor,
than all the darkness,
than anything in life trying to harm you.
It pulls and pulls
until the darkness starts to fade
and light starts to break through.
And just when you thought you'd take
your very last breath,
the hand starts to shine,
and it washes away the darkness.
It's hope.