I Choose Hope

I choose hope

And if the stars begin to fall

We will wish on them, dear soul

Until the very last ones remain

Still gleaming, still clinging,

Against the rise of night

The way they always do.

I choose hope

In this unpredictably brutal world

Full of harshness and hidden softness too

Seeking out the tender moments

Until the very last ones remain

Like treasure chests glowing

In bleak, unlikely places

The way they always do.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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