Hope

It will ask you to keep walking

Hope

Hope knows the way
without needing the whole map.

It walks by noticing
doors opening,
listening for the yes
of what is still possible.

Hope will sit beside you
when you are too tired
to believe in anything else.

It says,
Stay.

It looks like the sun
finding its way through fog-
not all at once,
but enough to remind you
that the light still knows your name.

Hope is not the absence of grief.
It is grief
learning how to laugh again.

It is
the heart opening just enough
to let tomorrow in.

Hope lives in ordinary places-
a warm mug held between two hands,
a bird pausing at the water’s edge,
a child’s laughter rising
when you thought joy had left the room.

Hope is the heart-shaped rock you find on the beach,
smoothed by time,
shaped slowly over years,
still beaming
after everything.

Hope does not promise ease.
It simply asks this:
keep walking,
keep listening,
trust the unseen.

Know
your dreams
are walking towards you too.

And when you forget-
because you will-
hope will wait.