Hope was never a gentle touch
It was always a punch to the gut
It hurt, and that’s how we knew
It was there.
Hope was never a fleeting dream
It was the Stardust that made reality
Even if no one realised
It was already a part of our being
Since the beginning of time
Hope was never a vague feeling
But a harsh tug pulling us together
In the hardest of times.
And when there was nothing at all
It still burned bright
Even with the shadow of despair
It remained a guiding light– that is hope.