HOPE

a tree's branches 
bend
in unprecedented gusts
of wind,
a house of card 
crumbles,
a dream fades

as everything around 
collapses
but - hope;
hope is all about
standing up
-again
after every punch 
in the gut

with a renewed
blueprint
clawing the roots deeper
every damn time
life tries to
knock it out
in a longing to someday
shelter the soil
that bore it