Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Despite the immense loving, there is deep hurting.
Despite the sunshine, there are shadows.
Despite the happiness, there are superficial smiles.
Despite the sincerity, there is doubt.
Despite the evidence, there is suspicion.
Despite the honesty and truth, there is false judgment.
Despite the promises, there is longing.
Despite the benefits, there is loss.
Despite the calm, there is a storm.
Despite the ocean waves, there is salt.
Despite the contentment, there is a hidden yearning.
Despite the solitude, there is darkness.
Despite the quietness, there is the deafening silence.
Despite the hard work, there is no satisfaction.
But.
Despite all these struggles, there is strength, and there is hope.
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