Renewed Hope

christian morris

20 Mar 2026 — 1 min read

Hope once found can't truly be lost just perceptually muddied and lost in what ifs I find myself in understanding that hope is a key to life to understanding anything at all one must find hope and love In their hearts. I've made many mistakes cheated lied stolen and many more I hit every button on the way down tried every hat patches they became for a hat that has my name for now I'm whole perceptually memories come back that used to be assumed lost and un remained for each good there are three bad things I did that I remember and I tell you friends that's not easy to cope with but there is hope for where there is love there is always hope so do not give up for others have felt your pain and lived just know the road ahead is thorny but walk it we shall

hope is not a light that shines forever it is a light that waits buried under what if under regret under the weight of remembering and when it is found again it does not erase the dark it simply says walk anyway

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