Is this hope?

 I just read somewhere that hope is not made of soft whispers and cobwebs. Isn't that right?

Hope is not fragile and flimsy. Hope isn't some beautiful mermaid sitting on a large rock in the middle of the ocean with sunlight shines on her bright features.

Hope has bruised knuckles and bleeding kneecaps. Hope has cheeks smutted with dirt, smeared with tears. Hope has just punched someone in the face when they told you things are not going to work out. Hope has fought against all odds and is still standing despite aching bones and broken heart.

People think hope is something beautiful and ravishing. That hope is a butterfly that slowly flutters across the daisies in the early spring mornings, along the soft breeze.

I think hope is a dragon. A beautiful one but marred. With a deformed wing and injured claw. It sits on a large hoard of dreams and legacies and protects it with its life. Its bright green eyes shine in spite of its scathed scales and heavybdark smoke leave its nostrils whenever someone tries to harm its collection. 

Hope is when you are searching for light at the end of a tunnel even when you know you're in a cave. Hope is when you search for a pickaxe so you can change the cave into a tunnel. Hope is when you pick yourself up every morning despite everything going wrong. Hope is making yourself tea and you know you're going to drink it alone and still you add cinnamon for flavour. Hope is peeling yourself a tangerine and eating both halves and thinking that it is sweeter than you thought it was. Hope is when you read a book at night to distract your thoughts even though the whole day was nothing less than a train wreck. Hope is when you continue to live like tomorrow will be a better day although you are struggling to survive.

Hope is an Amazon with a sword smeared with blood of enemies. Hope tramples on the wet soil and goes beyond the veil just to see what lies there. Hope crosses the boundries and bears the bullets and shots of besmirch and grime. Hope is something to cling on when everyone else has left.