Hope- a poem
Siara shared a tale, so bright and bold, Her words danced, her story told, "I-I made a s-story," Everyone loved it," she whispered. Her best friend Isa, beamed with glee. "You're a great storyteller," Isa said, Encouraging, warm, her kindness spread, Siara's eyes welled, tears streaming fast, For Isa, her dear friend, now in the past. Lost and alone, in sorrow's embrace, Siara yearned for hope, a saving grace, Her heart heavy, burdened with grief, Searching for solace, seeking relief. In the depths of despair, a flicker of light, Hope whispered softly, shining so bright, A gentle reminder, in the darkest night, That love endures, in memories so right. Siara found strength in memories shared, In Isa's warmth, in moments bared, For friendship eternal, love's purest form, Isa's spirit lives on, in the calm before the storm.
