“A Dream Called Hope” by Isabel Fowler / “Nurturing” by Lucy Lee
A dream called hope
Isabel fowler
Our Hope feeds our Dreams
Like the muse feeds the artist
Like the sky feeds the bird
Like the sun keeps us alive
Hope is a lightness
Centered in your chest
That expands
And contract with every second
We breath it in and out
Our breath has been stifled
Blackened by the same smog blocking our light
Suffocating us
But I still feel Hope
I still feel Hope
I covet it,
Smuggle it
Hide it under my pillow at night
Hold it tight to my chest
The Hope
That one day,
I will see children and not mourn for them
For the life they’ll never have
The life robbed from them before they ever reached the cradle
But Hope
It’s the best type of flowering weed
Growing in the sidewalks
Up concrete walls
Out of the ashes
But Hope
It’s a prayer whispered
When a babe is born
A blessing given
In hard times
A cry in our chest
Carried across the world
And a heart that beats
We will change this
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