Hope

If 2018 were a book, I’d choose it from the shelf.

Empty pages would beckon.

Waiting for me to write the first line.

What adventures and new experiences will I include?

The characters will be my family, friends, strangers I meet.

I hope the happy chapters will be longer than the sad.

I wish there would not be anger or hurt.

I’ll tint the page edges with gold, a dusting of fairy magic to grant the wishes within.

I’ll hope to fill the pages with love and leave the book open to share with others.

When 2018 draws to a close and the book is written, I’ll have changed. I will have travelled many roads both old and new but I know, throughout it all, I will not travel them alone.