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When Hope Hits Like Lightning
Some days, it's not the pain, not the past, not the people —
It’s hope that strikes me the hardest.
A quiet whisper that says,
“What if things change?”
“What if it's your time now?”
“What if… you still can?”
And that whisper doesn’t heal gently —
It shakes me.
It blasts through my numbness.
It burns through the walls I’ve built around my heart.
Hope isn't always soft.
Sometimes, it's wild —
A rebel emotion that dares me to get up,
To try again,
To believe,
Even when life gave me every reason not to.
And here I am…
Triggered, trembling, alive —
Blasting my life with hope,
One fearless word at a time.
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