Hope

I wrote this at a time in my life when I was hoping for something, but too scared to get my hopes up. Believing God would work a miracle, yet afraid He wouldn't...

I have to hope,
Or how can there be faith?
Yet hope is dangerous;
It opens up my heart to,
Being wounded from the inside out.
Torn apart by hope deferred;
It makes the heart sick.
And yet, mysteriously,
Only hope,
Can make this heart whole again.