Stories by June 7
my work: Hope is the spark that lights the dark, A whispered wish, a tiny mark, A flicker in the deepest night, A promise that things will be right. It's the steady beat in hearts that break, The strength to rise, the will to make A future bright, though skies may gray, A gentle push to find your way. Hope is a seed in soil so deep, It grows through storms, through nights of weep. It's the courage to hold on tight, To trust that dawn will chase the night. When roads are rough and dreams unclear, Hope is the voice that calls us near, A light that whispers: "You are strong, And in the end, you'll prove them wrong." So, carry hope as you walk on through, A quiet strength that will renew. For in your heart, it's always near. You are meant to be here
