blossoms like a flower
It has slept
Hidden in the dark crevices of my mind
A vulnerable feeling
Kept safe as it
Slowly
Grows from a
Delicate and fragile
Emotion
To a strong, unwavering
Weapon against all evils in my mind
I aways thought of hope as a flower, that needs love, attention and nurturing to help it grow. That's what I have learnt to do, keep hope alive and help it grow strong, because hope is what keeps your spirit alive. Without hope it is much harder to find the will to try
