Hope

Hope is wonder. Sometimes it's the only thing. Sometimes it's the only thing you're waiting for...all you need.

Out of the deepness. Darkness. To keep you going.

Hope can be magical. Like a gift. You can get. Or can give.

The sweetest thing.

Hope is a grace. Like a reprieve. From the stress. From the worry. The lines carved, being carved on our faces while we wait. For hope. For a chance.

It's sinking,I can give it away. It feels so sweet to give it away, like a chocolate melted on the tongue, an embrace, like a thing long savored.

Like a wind. Like a breeze brushing across your face. Clearing your view, whispering across your skin.

Like a message. A secret. A schoolgirl whispers to her friend. A thought across, as two eyes meet. A smile, a communal flicker. Hope passed, given, gifted. 

Waiting, backwards thought, can shift. Like light. The shadows move the day. Thought shifted forward, hope. Grace in a space, the smallest space. Not forever, but for now. To be given, to be gotten, shared, gifted, graced.

A release, an air released.

Sighed out, and hope to fill the space.

The spaces.

Hope is for giving.