# Hope <p>Hope is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -</p> <p>And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm -</p> <p>I've heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.</p>

When it rains and loneliness finds you,
When pain burns like embers inside your chest,
When an ice-blade tears through you and you rush toward a scream,
When instead you weep, your words tumbling incoherent,
When there's no one to call, no one to hold the weight with,
When you think madness is arriving and you grasp for any straw,
When problems crush you and you want to drown yourself in what was,
When your voice is a whisper lost in a desert, unheard even if you howl,
When you long for an endless sleep, to sink and stay sunk,
But then—you rise. You know you will go on.
When you know grief must be overcome, that fire inside must be extinguished,
When you know the embers will glow again and soon you'll weep to douse them,
When you know you must clench your teeth, stand against the ache,
Then you understand: it is hope that holds you,
And she will never abandon you—not if you don't abandon her!