Some say you don't exist,
Some say you are a lie,
Some consider you a fairytale,
Some consider you a false lullaby.
I have tasted the need of hope before,
The striking nerve of something yet to come,
It is like waiting for a broken train,
Which may never blow its steams again.
Hope maybe invisible but not inexistence,
Hope maybe imperceptible but it is geniune,
Hope has not a soul nor body,
But it does coexists with our hearts.
I write not to blacken our hearts,
I write to remove the anxiety that strikes.
I write to inspire the hopeless,
To give them a reason to smile.
But before you give up on yourself, always remember,
HOPE IS ALIVE.
©hilary
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