An Inspired Poem: Hope For A Broken World

The world feels fractured,
Our sweet voices have turned to daggers,
lines drawn deeper than rivers,
walls rising where bridges once stood.

It is easy to believe the dark has won,
to surrender to the shatter,
to let despair whisper: this is all there is.

But, look closer.
Even broken glass catches light.
Even in the rubble, seeds take root.
Even in silence, a heartbeat insists on being heard.

Hope is not the absence of cracks,
It is the lamp we place within them,
the stubborn flame that flickers
not because the wind is kind,
but because it chooses to burn anyway.

So yes, the world is divided.
Yes, we are weary.
But hope is not a luxury;
It is our responsibility.

To notice the glimmer.
To name the possible.
To believe in what is not yet visible.

And maybe,
If we each carry a shard of light,
one by one,
together,
We can make the broken world shine again.