It runs deep.

Deeper than any mineshaft,

Tunnel or crevice within the world.

Versatile, yet universal to all.

It doesn’t hesitate, procrastinate

Or assimilate.

Hope is…             

As an abyss grows deeper…darker.

Hope seeks to grow stronger…brighter.

Those who are in Hope’s company,

Are only vigilant as Hope allows them to be.

Yet Hope is only as prevalent as those who permit it to be.

Hope…is constant.

An indefinite anomaly.

Subject to who encapsulates It.

Or whom It encapsulates.

Feeding only from what It is given

And whom It gives.

Hope has no boundaries.

Seeks only those who seek It.

Hope is…everywhere.



Hope…is everything.



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