Hera
She gazed down outside the sky,
Looking down on a world,
No more her own than this.
The world they destroyed,
Burned with their wars, their waste, their rage.
Despair ran rampant.
She thought hope was gone.
She gazed down in the orb in her hand,
The world she loved,
Turned to dust.
Sorrow rained down from above.
Her tears.
Her heart pulled down by sorrow,
She built it again.
The vicious cycle - humanity,
Starts anew.
First -
Building,
Growing,
Loving,
Healing.
Then -
Destroying,
Burning,
Hating,
Hurting.
See, she only thought hope was gone.
Hope remains,
A glimmer in the darkness.
Always there.