Hope
By Jennie Compton
Published April 20, 2025
🥈 Runner-Up - Short form 2025
Amidst the dark, corruptible things
Hope is born silver wings
Broke from the shell of innocence
Nurtured among mocking pretense
Grown despite the battering winds
Strengthened from a Light within
Solidified by blasting storm
To rise and take Divine form
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