Sara Reyna
TBS Contributing Writer
When hope is all you have left what else is there to hold onto.
When she was your only chance at believing again.
Thinking that maybe someday she would be there again.
Constantly, waiting everyday for some miracle.
It’s like when she leaves there’s nothing to look forward to.
Neither when she can help or just to comfort you.
She helps everyone in every way she possibly can.
Others don’t pay attention to how wonderful she could be.
She is very special, in every single way possible.
She has the power and possibility to do what her mind is set to do.
Only the blind will take her for granted, because she can not be seen unless you believe.
I do believe she will be here again.
She might not be much to some people, but she means the world to me.
We all have different definitions of hope, but mine is something way more than a definition.
She is my love, my dream, my life and someday I’ll see her again.
