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