Love, Hope.

Inside all of us is hope. Inside all of us fear. It sits on our shoulders, it is reflected in our eyes. It is distraught, feelings prevalent of being alone. What is there to be fearful of? There’s a string attached to dreams. It unravels, bit by bit. With each thread loosened, hearts get heavy. But there are no hearts, only stones. Dark pieces of rock composed of ancient, foreign matter, suppressing a being that should be so much more alive. Blocking, resenting, protecting, when it should not be.

Opening, hoping, reaching. Where is hope, in a heart, in a soul? It is torn, crushed and lost. Shattered like glass dropped from fifty feet above. A broken vase, a faded memory, pain unraveling the hopes of dreams once so loud. Heavy heart, heavy rock, holding you down. This is not hope, it cannot be. Fear taking on the face of hope. It burns, like a hot coal in your hand. The anger, the pain, the hurt, ignited by fear. Hope is masked by fear. Fire of love, ignited by hope.

Inside all of us is hope. It must fight past the fear. Like fire and rain, they conflict. Burn or flood, heat or cold, hope or fear, love or loss. Faded, lost, found, loved. After all, what is there to be fearful of?

I am with you, I am in reach. - Love, Hope.