Thirty Days of Poetry Challenge(Day Three(2012))

Hopeful
like stars that are feeling the pull of a blade of grass
like mothers that put babies to sleep while pulling
like hearts that endure the storm just because.
Loving
like a wiped away tear in a secluded room
like a whisper that it gets better muffled by a hug
like a smile from a mother that can’t speak.
Strong
like a neck still dragging a weight from a rebellious teenhood
like legs that wake up eyes hoping to move to new realities
like a dream begging to be considered practical