Hope is a flower that buds, spreading its petals for all to see. It comes slowly, building itself up, before finally bursting forth in beauty and colour.
There is little that is more precious, and little that people would rather share.
But why don't they?
Why do they keep this precious flower hidden within them, and not share it with those souls, desperate for relief?
Perhaps they don't know how, or perhaps they are merely selfish. Perhaps think it is too precious to give, or too insignificant to make a difference.
For it does seem small, just a little spark in the great darkness of the abyss.
But even a spark can light a fire that can chase out the darkest of nights.
And that is what hope does.
Even the littlest amount can change a life.
So will you share the gift? Or will you keep it to yourself?
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Petals of Eternity
PuisiA bunch of poems and metaphorical shorts. Some may be triggering for those struggling with depression, suicide, etc. But some of them will also be meant to give hope.
