Good job little one,
you’ve reached this far.
If not for hope;
would you have come through?
Hope, kid, is like the sun
It doesn’t turn it’s back on you.
Even on your darkest hours
it’ll linger as a dim light.
Hope is what you are made of.
You nurture hope, even when you’re unaware
of its existence.
Hope is the song you hear when you’re crying
The guard when you’re at the lowest
The friend in solace
The spark over the night sky.

It was hope that brought me this far.
As I’m penning down the last few sentences
of a challenge I was still unsure
of a fear to stay up all night
of a dedication to complete
of a new world I’ve witnessed
Gratitude, it is, that overwhelms my heart.