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hope is the thing

 

found in the cracks between breaths  

it hums when the night grows thick  

perches on the edge of ache  

and reminds us we are enough  

 

its wings brush against bruised skies  

still it refuses to crumble underneath  

holding the weight of dreams forgotten  

whispering “carry on” when we falter  

 

it does not ask for permission  

nor a promise to keep it alive  

it simply arrives to fill the hollow  

and asks for no offering in return  

 

even in days soaked with silence  

hope dares to sing—soft but strong  

its song forever carves the marrow  

teaching the soul how to rise