My Name Is Simply....

I found a word one day
sitting alone on a bench of thoughts.
It asked me to keep it company...
It brought the healing I had sought.
I asked if I could share it
in a poem I wished to write
But instead it begged me to wait
because the time was not yet right.
So I did as I was asked
and soon I came to realize
That the word knew of which it spoke
for I could not reach a compromise.
And then one day it came to me
that perhaps the time was here
So I penned these few words
and kept the memory near...

'Your time here is measured
not by the moments lived
But by the chance to create a moment
in every breath you're given.
Never lose your faith
in your acceptance of life's trials,
Or shed your tears of sorrow
within the mockery of your denial.
Hold fast to those memories
that help your heal and cope
And if you forget, remember me...
My name is simply HOPE.'

Yes, I have remembered that word
and its bench of thought.
I have remembered its wise advice
and the balm that it has brought.
I have also realized that I
did not find the word, you see....
The truth, as I have discovered,
is that HOPE was searching for me.