Another One. . . .

Hope. . .
Tender yet potent. . .
Hidden but still blatant. . .
Reaches those dearths where a merman dreads. . .
Scales the heights where no one treads. . .
You find it in the shackles of misery. . .
Where it soars above miasma. . .
Hope is the child of strength. . .
Such enchanting is its charisma. . .
Hope is a teary smile. . .
Which makes you go the extra mile. . .
Amongst the chaos of life, hope is a nursery rhyme. . .
Which beats all the odds, and makes you sublime. . .