There’s a hope that's waiting for you
in the bright.
Go make your way through the light.
Keep walking in heels,
you were made for a spotlight.
I know it hurts. I get it
when you’re stung by ugly judgments
or when your shine goes unnoticed.
For hope to walk into your dark is magic,
and magic is rare.
This world is seldom a fairytale.
So let’s not keep that hope waiting any longer.
It might grow lonely, thinking you’re cruel.
Go now and gently—
take its hand.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 8:26 AM UTC
There’s a hope that's waiting for you
in the bright.
Go make your way through the light.
Keep walking in heels,
you were made for a spotlight.
I know it hurts. I get it
when you’re stung by ugly judgments
or when your shine goes unnoticed.
For hope to walk into your dark is magic,
and magic is rare.
This world is seldom a fairytale.
So let’s not keep that hope waiting any longer.
It might grow lonely, thinking you’re cruel.
Go now and gently—
take its hand.
