By Melissa Morthorpe
Photography by Melissa Morthorpe
Hope does not seek to blame for the time it finds at hand.
Hope does not blindly forget those lost to struggle, unmanned.
Hope does not squander moments to a lazy quest for retribution.
Hope does not wade amongst the crowds, of a foolhardy, painful, ignorance.
Hope will never belittle, persecute or exclude in fear.
Rather Hope will always whisper, words to cherish and hold dear.
In its soft and sweet resounding hum, Hope could ignite the entire world.
Its shield is all that can protect us, from the power of Hatred’s spell.
So, whisper Hope to those you find, who are frightened and in need.
Whisper Hope to those lost in despair so they can stand up and be freed.
Whisper Hope to all the people. People you don’t know from every creed.
Whisper Hope for all the world. Let it be empathy that takes the lead.
But some they cannot hear Hope whisper. They say it cannot be real.
They say to Hope is a Fool’s wish and love can easily be felled.
But Hope it does not just whisper, for you or for me.
It whispers Hope for all the world, so come on, let’s end this globalized, unease.
For though Hope only whispers in a sweet and wistful tune.
There is no sound as loud to hear than a Hope that whispers, a wishful truth.
Melissa Morthorpe
Melissa Morthorpe is a 27-year-old amateur writer from Canberra. She has a Bachelor of Arts (Development Studies) from the Australian National University (ANU) and has worked in a range of roles in the health sector since graduating.
She’s recently completed study in copywriting and often creates written health promotional material as part of her role. She has an interest in both fiction and non-fiction writing and endeavours to include an element of social commentary in most, if not all, of her work.
