I am the only one remaining

A victim of the plague of doubt

Easily crushed into powdered dust

Yet still I glimmer

Catching your eye, your mind

Consuming your heart.

I am the whisper from the alley

The one that cuts a path right to your deepest desire

Exposing the truth you didn’t know existed

Slipping into the room unwanted, unexpected.

I am the spark that flares up in darkness

The product to your perceived variables

Factoring out the logic

Best case scenario only.

I am

Hope

(Photo by Aimee Cheam)

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