Eternal Embers of Hope

Dreams manifest through perseverance, hope, and unwavering self-belief.

Hope—a humble word of fleeting sound,
Yet in its grasp, vast strength is found.
An unseen force, steadfast and bright,
That guides the soul through the darkest night.

A beacon faint, yet deeply true,
Its whispers urge, “Press on, renew.”
A fragile thread, a burning call,
That bids the weary to rise from their fall.

Should I turn back, might they not see,
The fire of worth still kindled in me?
A fervent blaze, a boundless will,
To shape the course of fate until.

It spurs the heart, unshackles chains,
A leap through life’s tempestuous plains.
And though the threads of strength unwind,
Its warmth persists within the mind.

Though seven sins may darkly bind,
Hope redeems the errant kind.
It follows close, a shadowed grace,
A quiet urge to rise, embrace.

Yet faith may falter, and one may slip,
Falling into despair’s cold grip.
Still, hope ignites, a force sublime,
A spark that conquers both space and time.

Through tempest winds and trials vast,
It carves a path to peace at last.
These embers, faint yet fiercely bright,
Have power to conquer the darkest night.

So clasp them firm, these threads of fire,
For they rekindle waning desire.
Though shadows stretch and sorrows creep,
Hope’s flame shall burn and ever keep.