Your hope might be planted deep in the soil,

cracked and waiting for moisture,

and while that might not be pleasant on

this morning or the next,

one beautiful thing about the storms of life

is that they always bring the rain

And before you know it,

hope–the thing that your thought you had

forever abandoned, will saturated

from deep, dark sleep awake

and you might just be surprised at how

quickly it sprouts again

You may not believe me today

or even tomorrow—but you will again

I know I can promise you this

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©Heather Pound 2021