Hopefulness

Cynicism

is the most unforgiving

proof of gravity.

I arrive at

the pinnacle 

of the Hill of Hope,

and I stayed up there 

for a minute,

catching my breath,

basking in 

the infinite blue above 

and the intricate gray below.

As I stood there

high above the doubt

I struggled to conquer,

gusty winds 

threatened my balance 

trying to throw me

back down

to negativity,

nihilism and inertia.

Although it may

temporarily topple me,

I know my purpose:

hopefulness

remains the duty of anyone

-everyone-

who possesses it,

to be its evangelist,

a star in the darkness,

an embrace for the weary,

the gentle voice saying

“come in.”