Hope
You are looking up.
Now you look down.
You check to your sides.
You look around to the others.
They can't find it either.
But it's there.
It's waiting for you to be ready.
It never leaves you.
You continue to look.
You look everywhere you know.
It's trying to come to you,
But you just look at the dark places.
You turn to where you don't know.
You find the good places.
You start to see it.
You are restored.
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