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.