Life's Hope

In the shadows of life's cruel embrace,
A woman stands, beauty etched on her face,
Each line a testament to the struggle and strife,
Yet hope, like a phoenix, rises with the light.

Her eyes hold stories of pain and sorrow,
Of love lost and promises that have borrowed,
Yet within them, hope's gentle glow,
A strength that the night cannot bestow.

Hope is the fire that refuses to dim,
In the face of life's relentless whim,
A hard strength, a resilient force,
A beacon in an endless course.

She walks through the storm, unsheltered,
With hope as her compass, undeterred,
Her smile, a symbol of defiance,
A light in life's dark alliance.

For some, hope is a difficult thing,
A struggle that stings and does not sing,
Yet in her heart, it finds a home,
A haven, where it can freely roam.

Remember her story, her grace,
For in every life's hard chase,
There's a spark of hope that gleams,
In the most unexpected beams.