The answer to Thursday riddle poem #18

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Pandora’s Box by Eden Temple at deviantart.com

Thursday riddle poem #18
By Annette Marie Hyder

I was stuck in that box for ages
my wings pressed like flowers between the pages
of so many ills
my song silenced — by the heavy hush
of evil’s breathless anticipation —
but not gone, no never gone.
I float.
I give succor wanted
and unwanted.

When the lid was lifted
and all the others swarmed
I waited
for the balmy breeze of freedom
to revivify my wings.
They trembled
like flowers coming back to life and bloom
and I flew out behind the scurvy host
that had shared my prison room.
I float.
I give succor wanted
and unwanted.

A famous poet once said that I ask not for crumbs.
That’s because I am the bread
upon which many subsist
when nothing more is to be had.
I spring eternal in your heart
a rushing fountain
combining sane and mad.

What am I?

Hope.

PS Here’s a link to the Greek myth of Pandora’s box (with hope at the bottom of the box).

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