Young Writers Project

In wrapping your arms around someone,

you're getting a hug, too.

In giving someone else advice,

you're telling yourself what you need to hear.

In writing someone a story or a poem,

Hope is the thing that boils my blood when I see injustice in the world

Hope is the thing that keeps me up at night scratching at the innards of my body 

Because it craves to be free

You see, friend?

The way the sky darkens?

The way the stars become aware?

You see the horizon, the distant lands

Of moon-rock and sleeping metal?