Hope ( a poem)

 

Hope is the whisper

that slips through the cracks,

a soft little lantern

in moments gone black.

It’s the quiet reminder

when storms linger long:

“You’ve walked through the worst—

you are steady, you’re strong.”

Hope is the sunrise

that glows after night,

the warmth in your chest

when you choose to hold tight.

It lives in the small things—

a breath and a spark,

a hand reaching out

when the road feels too dark.

And even when echoes

of doubt start to creep,

hope settles beside you

and hums you to sleep.

For hope never leaves—

it just waits to be found,

the promise that something

good still comes around.