Wounds stop bleeding & turn into a scar. Pain stops scream. Hope promise's of healing.
Sound of the footsteps as you head your home, flame inside the chest keeping you warm when fear holds you with cold. A moment when you feel you aren't getting anywhere.
A wide space where you wish you could improve. A way your parents would say they are proud. A way your lover says how much he loves you. The way you hold on when your shoulder aches because of the weight. The way you look for the other door that you wish would open each time one slammed on your face. The little voice asking you to try again, keep going and holding on until you get there. It keeps telling us that we'll get there.
A brand new color to your eyes after the tears are wiped off and you sleep the whole night over the sorrows & regrets. A melody you feel as you talk about your dreams and how you would hold onto it someday. A strength which boosts up your bones each time you stumble and fall for each obstacle you face.
A direction to take, A courage to leap; that's what hope is supposed to be.
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