That Thing With Feathers That Perches On The Soul

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A couple of evenings ago, we chatted a bit about hope at our group thing. I paused to think a moment about how I've been doing in the hope department. I'm pretty sure faith's been on a downward trek since last year's fiasco - but hope's an entirely different thing.

Hope is the thing with feathers, right Emily?

Hope is something intangible I can keep though things of value be taken away. Hope is the substance of dreaming, which colors existence into life. Hope feeds my soul when reason falls short. It's a charm grasped in times of darkness, a piece of another reality to aim for when the present one shatters.

Hope gives me a reason to stay alive.