Hope: written about as a good
thing that gives you strength to go on or the power to see things through. Hope: a thought that gives no
reality to the situation and clouds the mind. A lose of hope makes one
depressed, to much hope only makes the mind clouded. A balance of hope is needed.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the
stormThat could abash the little
birdThat kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a
crumb of me.
By: Emily Dickinson