This is a drawing

of a hand holding light—

not because light is easy to keep,

but because it’s easy to lose.

The flame isn’t meant to burn.

It represents hope,

the quiet kind that fits in your palm

when everything else feels too heavy.

I drew it small on purpose,

because sometimes strength

isn’t loud or blinding—

sometimes it’s just choosing

to keep holding on.

(even though there is many flaws, I uh took forever on this because I kept getting distracted by the tv and WAS STRUGGLING WITH THE FIRE 🥲)