when i think of hope i think of light

but sometimes light can hide

it can hide in the shade becoming lost in it's own shadow

a seeping of it's beams pouring through, desperate to meet our skin

but

the very thing about hope is that we can only feel it when we bring ourselves closer to it, in attempt to,we find that light is everywhere around us,moving past us, waking us, illumanting us, cocooning us as we sleep.
if we are open, light can gift us hope and there we are forever touched by it.