It can be brought,
Still, it has no physical form.
It inspires, and in doing so it
And yet, requires strength to lend it wings.
Always rising in the darkest of hours.
We grasp it with both hands,
Clinging with desperation
To something that can be so intangible.
Starting as a small light
Molding to each situation.
One size fits all.
We bring it forth
Believing it can be enough,
And it ends up being more;
For it never truly dies.