Hope.

 

Hope. 

A single syllabled word that through a mere whisper, holds the power to speak deafening volumes. Hope was made for everyone. Slowly walking the world, touching and mending broken hearts. Transforming the hopeless into the hopeful.

Hope.

A word as small as a grain of rice, makes the greatest impact on mortal lives. Easy to lose, harder to find. Taking up solace in the most silent compartment of our minds.

Hope is always there to those who seek its kind. Though it searches for us in its own sweet time. It doesn't become us during the course of a day, nor, overnight.

Hope is something to be honoured and cherished.

Hope.

Sought by and attracted to the overlooked and misunderstood. It knows no shame, has no reason to cower and hide. Hope isn't embarrassed of the uncertain and messy.

Hope just knows how to love and wipe the slate clean. Hope was made to evolve into reality and not simply remain just a dream.

Hope is always available, whether it is needed or wanted. Just like the crisp, cool, refreshing breeze from an open window it breathes life back in to souls.

Hope.

A familiar, invisible, clear and comforting hand safely placed on one's shoulder. Available to the beck and call of the young as well as the older.

- Alexandra Pierotti.