“If nothing else, I’ll carry hope for you.
Because to me, that’s all that you are.”
Oh love. You still have hope. If nothing else, I’ll carry it for you. Even in those moments when you feel like it’s nothing but a distant memory.
Because to me, you are hope. You are an endless supply of it. An ocean, not of sadness, but deep and every droplet is a bit of hope you can’t help but shine into the world. How every wave is a good intention. How every storm brewing over those waters are nothing more than a means to stir the tides and drown out anything that hopes to ruin everything hope stands for.
You are peace. You are infinite. And you constantly leave me in awe.
© Sarah Doughty
How can you not see
how beautiful that is?
For my moon sisters.