h o p e

When I think of all the moments that brought me to where I am and shaped the fibers of all I am, it’s as if I’m watching an old black and white film.

I watch from afar, trying to discern words, reading lips. But all I can make out are the feelings that go with each scene.

Love, heartache, pain, devastation, joy, despair.

Oh, but the undercurrent. A background track playing throughout, sometimes so faintly I can hardly make it out, at others so loud I can feel nothing else. A whisper to a scream.

It lives in my chest and curls up in my stomach. It presses into the ground with each step and touches everything I touch, connecting at my fingertips.

h o p e

The drive to keep moving forward through everything meant to take me out, snuff out my light. It flickers then flares to overtake the dark.

Do you feel it?