Hope is Stronger.
My hope is strong.
It weaves through my body
Like a heartbeat,
Never-ending in a world of ends;
Of lives, of courage, of happiness.
But my hope stays
Perched on his shoulder
As he journeys
Away from what safety was left.
My whispers,
Muffled by the persistent silence
Of night, are aimed at his heart,
Willing it to keep beating.
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I lead those who are left to do
What little we can
In a land of darkened flames
Where yellow light once leapt,
And echoing screeches
Where owls once called.
I know we must never stop trying,
For the memory of a memory
Of the forests, emeralds, the life
That create his eyes pull me ever forward.
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Under the safety of sleep,
My mind is calmed
By the fleeting presence of him beneath my
Eyelids.
My fingers brush the night sky from his face,
Fingertips lingering over the growing storm that
Rages on his forehead, the clouds that work
Their way into his mind,
One more battle he
Continues to fight.
And the force of this Lightening storm pushes
Him away from my touch,
Towards the inevitable,
Always
Reminded that
These growing winds must be stopped
Before the floods carry everyone
Away.
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They
find an empty pleasure
In taking what is most intimately Ours.
Dreams are forced,
Bloody and weak
From the Dreamers,
Leaving them cringing in the face of the
Unknown.
Beliefs slip from the
Terrified clutches of Believers,
Leaving them with broken fingers and
Longing gazes at what has been dropped,
As a cover of colorless absence
overcomes them.
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But hope
Reaches out and catches what it can:
Nurses wisps of determination, coaxes
Strength from the corners of our minds,
Until we stand once more,
Encouraged by
Hope.
Belief in Good is tightly grasped in our
Bandaged fingers and
Dreams of a better future
Are ready in our minds.
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We stand, for how can we sit
And watch the rain through the thin
Safety of a window
While he braces himself against
The strongest storm?
Alone in what he must do
So that we all may be
Together again.
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So we stand.
And I wait,
While hope bursts forth from
My mind, Invisible to those
Who seek to destroy it,
Glowing for those who most need its
Light.
For they cannot break what they do not believe is there.
But it is.
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And while they may sneer, reveling in the cold
Fog of blind destruction,
We stay and grit our teeth;
Fighting silently back,
Basking quietly in the protective warmth of
Hope,
Knowing our time will come.
And oh, how it will.
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And our roar will shatter windows.
Our hope will be louder than
Any howling winds that approach, because
Our hope is stronger.
