Hope

Hope

There were nights I couldn’t breathe,
Caught in shadows I couldn’t leave.
The stars felt far, the sky too wide,
But something small still stayed inside.

A voice too faint for anyone,
But it whispered, “You’re not done.”

This is hope — soft and true,
A flicker in the deepest blue.
It’s not loud, it doesn’t scream,
But it lives inside a dream.
This is hope — when all feels lost,
It’s the fire that knows the cost.
You can break and still believe…
Hope is the last thing
That will leave.

I walked through silence made of stone,
But every echo felt like home.
I fell apart, but in the cracks,
Something warm kept pulling back.

Not a rescue, not a sign,
Just a whisper: “You’ll be fine.”

This is hope — calm and near,
Like a tear that dries the fear.
It doesn’t shine, it doesn’t shout,
But it grows when you doubt.
This is hope — a steady flame,
That burns without a name.
Even when I couldn’t see…
Hope was quietly
Saving me.

It’s not magic, it’s not loud,
It’s standing up when you're not proud.
It’s light in hands that learned to fall,
Still reaching
After all.

This is hope — fragile, strong,
A melody you hum too long.
It’s breath in broken lullabies,
A dawn inside the darkest skies.
This is hope — I hold it tight,
Even on my coldest night.
I’m still here, I still believe…
Hope is the one
Thing I won’t leave.