Well, it’s hope that keeps us.
It’s hope that sustains us.
It’s because of hope that we are still here.
And those who choose to leave,
Perhaps have exhausted theirs

These Hands

Hallelujah, these hands move again.

I had thought I’d be one to boast of always having something to write. That my hands, no matter what moments, can always find words to pour out. Until life happened.