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
-
Author:
gray0328 (
Offline) - Published: July 28th, 2025 10:37
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
Offline)
Comments2
Excellent write
Hope the last thing to die. A lovely poem so nicely worded it cries out to the reader in a lullaby. Well done Gray
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.