was left at the crossroads for consumed by the darkness for it has the power within to consume all where very little chance of hope can survive. Sometimes that string of hope manages to sneak through not knowing whats waiting for it and no one knows, how it manages to to so. Call it fate, call it luck no one really knows. For some this string of hope is more of a strong rope for others it is a weak thin string but non the less it's still hope. For some while they are holding on to this rope they mange to pull themselves from the darkness cause they are strong, for some they give up not because they are weak but because they are tired and just have no strength left so they let go not knowing where they will end up in the wrath of the darkness, then we have those who hold on hoping there is a hand at the other end of that rope as we reach and pull that hand slides down to and they meet locking fingers and holding each other. For some this hand can be a familiar one or even a stranger but for others the hand is a special, one that they hope will be there to help them back. A hand that should have never been let go of but never had a good chance of holding the other never knowing how magical it would be to lock fingers and hold on to forever. For some this hand is the hope and somehow hopefully the hand will reach through the darkness and take whats waiting for it. This hand is the hope the very hope that's trying to fight the darkness but is this hope strong enough to survive, to continue to go on, to continue to fight or will it parish in the darkness.
this is beautiful and yet so painful in a way.
Thank you AlexMystique
I think that this piece of writing explains how most of us feel at times.... When life seems most dark, we reach for hope that our lives will become better.
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