Hope
,
Waiting for a small but strong spark.
A quiet light, where shadows grow tall,
Bright and determined, seen by all.
A breath held close, when air is thin and sharp,
The courage ignites where fears pound in your heart.
An extra second when time is gone
The sun coming up at dawn.
A way emerges, deep inside,
Although all attempts are tried.
An anchor when the storms descend,
Even when ruin is about to impend.
A planted seed, firm and strong,
Where strength and resilience belong.
It is the root in hardened, fractured ground,
.