I Called to Her

Hope 
I once believed hope to be a tiny thing.
Small 
Frail
Fragile
Light of a single candle 
Easily extinguished with a little too much breath.
And then I needed hope
More than I needed that breath 
And I called to her 
Found her
Explosive 
Potent
A force
Like the sun
In that moment
When it peaks above the horizon 
And is fire in the sky. 
Hope
A new day
A new chance
An exhale.