Resurrecting Hope

March 11, 2011
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It's gone from my life.
Missing is my hope.
I have none left.
My life is on a rope.

How was it gone?
How was it killed in front of me?
Everything I faced through.
Some people can't even see.

Yet, I still have a chance.
I have my light.
The light shall guide me.
It is in my sight.

My light is what I have left.
It is like a Pope.
It is something that will save me.
It will resurrect my hope.

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BrightBurningCampeador This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 10, 2011 at 8:17 pm
I like it, but I don't really understand the line about the Pope. It doesn't seem to fit the rest of the poem. At least, not how I read.
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