Existance

It quiets my internal screams with calm, gentle whispers.

It tenderly caresses my tired shoulders during times of despair.

It lovingly lifts my heavy spirit from the dejected pits of failure.

It plants an array of wild flowers in the darkest crevices of my heart.

It forces me to battle my weaknesses with impenetrable strength.

It prolongs my will to live.

Hope is the one thing I cannot exist without.