Finding Hope

Finding hope can be hard sometimes, in this world where people are trodden on with little thought, and certainly no apologies. 

But I still try. 

Every day. 

I look up at the sky and try to find a way past the clouds to where the sun is still shining. 

Sometimes I get there, other times not.

My friends and I make hope together, through smiles and laughter and inside jokes.

I sometimes feel like I’m just playing along.

But it still makes a little hope bead up inside my heart.

And the hope fights against the terror and the pain.

But not with claws and teeth, with sunlight and gentle breezes.

Finding hope is necessary these days.

Because without it, I don’t know what I’d do.

[ED NOTE: This poem is the February award winner in the monthly Tomorrow Project contest. Find out more here.]