Advent Poem 2021: Hope

In our darkest hour,
The last thing left,
Is our supply of hope.
Hold on to that tightly,
And never let it go.
No matter how deep,
The hole around you is,
Keep the glimmer of hope.
From that small spark,
A lot of good can come.
Repeat after me,
I am worthy of hope,
And my hopes are valid.

©The Pesky Poet

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