Even Prompter

Hope

Hope

Hope springs eternal yet oft forgot,
of all our evils once released
as curses on our unhappy lot,
unholy tally of woes increased,
now freed of bonds from box Pandora,
to travel far, infecting all with sin,
ensuring that we can’t ignore her,
yet one redeeming grace was in
that box where all was stored within,
a gentle comforter remained
our faint resistance to underpin.
Its name is Hope, virtue regained.


Line count: 12
Rhymed abab
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 4
Prompt: Hope.