Hope is a Quiet Strength
It doesn't arrive with thunder,
Or announce itself with pride.
Hope moves like morning light
Through the cracks we try to hide.
When voices say surrender,
When the path ahead seems long,
Hope is the gentle presence
That somehow keeps you strong.
Not in bold banners or promises,
But in the will to breathe, to stay,
To find one reason, however small,
To face another day.
Hope is a quiet strength—
A candle in your darkest hour,
The softest touch of courage,
The most resilient flower.
So when your heart feels heavy,
And your spirit starts to bend,
Remember that within you
Lives the strength to rise again.
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