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Whispers Of Hope

  • Writer: Randi Stewart
    Randi Stewart
  • May 4
  • 2 min read


In the shadowed corners where silence clings tight,

Where whispers of sorrow dim hope's shining light,

I tread through the valleys of doubt and despair,

With a heart heavy-laden, gasping for air.


Each thought like a tempest, so fierce and unkind,

A relentless cacophony that clouds the mind.

I wander through memories, both tender and stark,

Searching for sunshine, though lost in the dark.


But amidst the turmoil, a glimmer appears,

A voice soft and soothing, dispelling my fears.

It speaks of the battles, the wounds and the scars,

How each one can guide me, like flickering stars.


“Hold fast,” it urges, “this storm will subside,

For life is a journey, not just a tide.

Each wave may crash down, but it shapes who you are,

A landscape resilient, your spirit a star.”


I recall the warm laughter of friends gathered near,

The moments of joy that once brightened my sphere.

Like petals unfolding, each memory blooms,

A reminder that beauty can flourish in gloom.


With each passing day, I learn to embrace

The lessons in struggle, the strength in my grace.

For even in darkness, there’s light to be found,

In the depths of my heart, hope's whispers resound.


So I rise from the ashes, though weary, I stand,

With the courage to reach out, to extend a hand.

To those who are lost, I offer my song,

A chorus of solace, a place to belong.


Together we’ll weave through the fabric of night,

Finding warmth in each other, igniting our light.

For within every shadow, a story persists,

Of resilience and healing, of love's tender twists.


So when the thoughts linger, when heaviness grows,

I’ll remember the beauty that life surely shows.

I’m more than the battles that threaten to claim,

I’m a tapestry woven with threads of my name.


For every heartbeat is proof that I’m here,

A soul on a journey, confronting my fear.

With each step I take, I reclaim what is mine,

A future of promise, where hope can align.


No longer alone in this fight I must face,

I’ll cherish each moment, each tear has its place.

For life, in its essence, is a beautiful art,

And I choose to continue, with love in my heart.



 
 
 

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