They say hope begins in the dark. That faith is the bird that feels light when the sky is still dim. But with every tomorrow we carry our past. It echoes beneath our feet. There are no clean slates.
I’ve been hearing this phrase y’all got over here that I ain’t too crazy about. “It’s the hope that kills you.” Y’all know that? I disagree, you know? I think it’s the lack of hope that comes and gets you. See, I believe in hope. I believe in belief. Now, where I’m from, we got a saying too. A question, actually. “Do you believe in miracles?”
I thought my story came to an end a long time ago, and then new people came into my life, people who gave me a second chance. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for me next, or for everyone. I refuse to believe there won’t be more adventures, more love, more family. And yes, there will be more loss, because that’s just a part of life. And in the end, we can get past it all… with hope.