Hope is One Beam of Light Away
Where there is light, there is hope.
They will fight to bring you down. They will strive to watch you fall. They will plough their way through your destruction just to see you plummet to the deepest, darkest pits of your personal hell. They relish in your pain. They celebrate your failure.
It’s easy to spot an honest hater, but quite complicated to identify a hater disguised as a friend. They offer you atrocious advice, and claim they have your back. They yearn to witness you brutally breaking like a brittle twig. It isn’t your fault, for your pure, innocent soul doesn’t know better. Your capacity to adamantly view the good in people is so alarming, you often forget to weigh people’s flaws.
Your palpable frustration gradually growing towards those who have wronged you has attained an unhealthy grip on your sanity, making it harder for you to control your own emotions and stripping you away from taking actions of your own accord. Oh, you sweet soul, you’ve suffered enough. The people of this world have been so callously cruel to you, even the devil weeps at what they’ve made of you.
As you succumb into your protective shell, and you flutter your exhausted eyes shut to accept your feeble fate, a blinding light penetrates your rock hard shield and overwhelms you. You gulp gasps of air as the oxygen pummels its way to your rusty lungs, finally quenching their thirst. Your eyes widen as the light kisses every inch of them softly, like a gentle caress.
Hope hoarding your emotional capacity was the ultimate action to save you from drowning in crippling madness. You’ve been given a second chance.
Cherish it.
