Life has this funny little game she likes.

Her opponent's turn is first.

In this case, it's me.  

I roll the dice, I move forward.

Life realizes she's losing; she plays dirty.

I get a card.

"You get one year of happiness."

Okay, cool!

Life abandons the game.

Time moves on, all is good.

Like the devil, Life is back.

"Time's up."

Everything's gone.

She took her turn.

I'm stuck.

She wins.

I'm defeated. 

I can't get out. 

Life's a bitch, but not as big a bitch as her sister.

Hope.

"You'll win."  

The little poison whispers while Life laughs.

I can get up again. 

Soon.

Life may be a bitch,

But Hope makes everything 'okay'. 

Life is the lie.

Hope is the lightbulb. 

Eventually she'll die.

But for now, she's trying to make everything awesome again.

She's trying to make me hold on.

She's trying to get me to play Life's game again.

She's trying to make it so that I can beat Life.

I guess Hope makes things 'awesome'.