raintreeHope is the thing that

feathers all plucked, continues to dream

of the sky;

the blessing of nights

not filled with screams

or sighs.

Hope is belief in something

even when your brain shouts


faith that emptiness

will one day end though right now

you feel void.

Hope is not right now,

but later, when screams and sighs

and voids and cries

have ended in relief

hope is the voice

that reminds the weary

that truth is rest

not grief.



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