Hope

Hope is something that I hold onto for dear life even when the tears feel like fire rolling down my face.
One day you are having a good day, you are up and doing what has to be done, not thinking about this is disease and then, "bam" something hits you from behind without warning or provocation.
You don't know what else to do but cry.
I still hold on to Hope.
Someone has taken the wind out of my sails and has left me out in an open sea, to drift aimlessly to nowhere.
I hold onto Hope.
I refuse to give up.
Why? I ask?
Why hold onto to Hope? Why?
Then the voice of reasoning answers---telling me, Hope is all you have.