Hope Hope is nurturing rivers, running slowly inside my veins. Hope is a stranger smiling, when the world seems like a sad and lonely place. Hope is nothing, when the last thing you want is all. Hope is knowing that whatever happens, there will always be a shred of hope behind these closed and dividing walls. Here is the add to my image that goes with this poem, if anyone is interessted.. :) http://www.renderosity.com/viewed.ez?galleryid=263577&Start=1&Sectionid=4&WhatsNew=Yes