Hope is for the living not the lifeless.
The red drum still beats,
So
Joy will come.
We'll scale through the hurdles.
Break the hindering barriers.
Replenish our barrels with success.
Our pockets will scream streams of joy.
This story will linger longer than usual.
We'll gleam at our failures,
Nurture empty hands into abundance.
Our hands will shatter their barriers and restore their barrels with success.
This pain will raise quiet souls.
It will be faith against their fate.
We'll dance with the hurdles,
Sing through the torrents.
We won't be submerged by the Red Sea.
We'll face it squarely
Our joy will laugh over former traumas.
The latter now is better than the former.
Our dreams will ally with reality.
What once was a thought has paved the way to existence.
©ella_write
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