Hope paradox

Sometimes we end our lives in hopelessness.

Hopelessness feels like the final chapter,

an abyss where the spark of light fades unseen.

A ravenous beast, devouring all courage.

It is the weight of despair,

anchoring the soul in still waters,

the shadow that lingers

when light feels too far to reach.

But does hope take your steps forward?

Is it the invisible force

that moves us closer to the dawn?

Paradoxically, hope is the quiet whisper

none can hear,

creeping softly like a thief in the night,

Stealing the shards of light from the abyss,

Pushes into the cracks of hopelessness.

Hope—

the unseen thread that keeps us walking,

even when the road disappears;

keeps us moving when the destination feels distant.

But then, this same hope creates a void,

swallowing the will to move.

The same spark that lights the path forward

becomes the shadow that blinds us

when light feels unreachable.

And so we wonder—

shall we hope and let ourselves walk on eggshells,

fragile and unsure?

Or shall we stop walking the road in hope,

and surrender to the stillness of despair?