what is hope
Here,
Over the horizon
Placed gently in the soft earth
Erasing the doubt that once weeded there
Invisible to those who refuse to acknowledge it
Searing the spirits who have given up too easily
Underneath flesh and bone
Near the ends of each nerve
Slowly
Thriving
Overfilling irises with an undeniable gleam
Progressing
Past
Any skeptical thought
Bearing no mercy for hesitations
Limbs are no longer trembling
Eradicating every hint of pessimism until it was nothing but a memory