Embers of Hope
Illuminate the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity, as the embers of hope burn brightly, guiding us through the darkest of nights.
In the darkest of nights,
when shadows loom large,
and despair threatens to engulf,
it is the embers of hope
that cast their gentle glow,
lighting the path forward.
Like a beacon in the storm,
hope flickers defiantly,
a testament to the resilience
of the human spirit.
Consider the story of Malala Yousafzai,
whose unwavering hope for education
ignited a global movement,
despite facing the tyranny of oppression.
Through her courage,
she kindled a flame of change
that continues to inspire millions.
In the face of adversity,
let the embers of hope
be your guiding light,
illuminating the way
to a brighter tomorrow.
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oludotun oyedele
I have being a writer for the past twenty years both poems and intriguing novels though most of my work lack finance but i do it for some local schools has gift so that they can learn. Please support my work to grow.
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Comments (1)
Oh I've never heard of Malala before. Gotta Google her. Loved your poem!