Hope

feels like a snowball in hell, to begin with;
and it starts rolling
    in what looks like downhill;
and you realize that the landscape it rolls in is frozen;
and down and down it goes, it seems.
And so it grows with every tumble,
    with every patch of frigid snow it falls upon;
until it becomes a
    rolling
        roaring
            inescapable
avalanche
that will be heard and obeyed.
Immaculate, unassailable, indomitable,
    stubborn
        Hope.

Melih Sener