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Hope

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The cold bitter wind kisses my cheeks as I trudge up the icy road.
My tendons ache under the weight of my heavy clothing, and my breath wafts into thin air.
Hope is a tiny flame I carefully protect. It wavers between my clumsy hands and many mistakes.
One day, I whisper to myself
One day I will find the kindling to spread this flame through out the world.

This is the dream I've had since childhood.
A small tiny seed that flickered faintly by my windowsill in the dead of the night.
I would listen to the Coyotes howl, and the crickets chrip, and the soft breathing of my younger siblings.
Hope is the flame that will change the world.

Hope is a stubborn little thing.
It seeps into your vessels, ebbing and flowing when you least expect it.
It recedes when you believe you need it most, and surges unexpectly
But hope is the flame that will change the world

I huddle beneath the starlit sky and gnaw at the soft threads of my scarf.
Hope is the flame that will change the world.

I clasp my hands until the panic recedes
Hope is the flame that will change the world.

I gingerly caress and tend to the flames
The flames that will change the world

When will it be time? I ask myself
When will I be strong?
When will I pierce the heavens?
But the only answer I recieve
Is that hope is the flame that will change the world
I haven't written in years. I figured I should dust off this old account and get back to writing. This the result of a really rough free write.
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