In the darkest night, a flickering light,
A beacon of strength, shining so bright.
Amidst the chaos and struggles we cope,
There resides a force, the essence of hope.
When storms of despair cloud the azure sky,
And tears fill the hollows, as dreams pass by,
Hope gently whispers, "Keep faith in your heart,
For every ending is a brand-new start."
It dances with courage through trials untold,
A lifeline of solace for hearts that unfold.
When all seems lost, it lends a helping hand,
Guiding us forward, to a promised land.
In the depths of despair, it plants a seed,
A tender sprout that blossoms with each need.
It paints vibrant rainbows on the dreariest days,
Bathing the world in its comforting rays.
Hope mends shattered hearts, heals wounded souls,
Igniting the embers where passion unfolds.
It mends broken wings, teaching us to fly,
Unleashing the strength that was meant to defy.
Through wars and conflicts, it endures the fight,
Uniting divided souls with purest light.
It carries the dreams of the weary and lost,
Reviving their spirits, no matter the cost.
So let us embrace hope with open arms,
Unveiling the beauty, dispelling the harms.
For in its embrace, we shall rise and prevail,
Transforming our world, like an enchanted tale.
For hope is the flame that shall never wane,
A force that transcends every struggle and pain.
In its eternal presence, we shall find a way,
To brave the unknown, with hope as our stay.
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MalikSaira Maqbool
My writing is inspired by my own life experiences.I'm passionate about exploring the complexities human relationships and I'm always looking for ways to bring out the beauty in everyday.So come along for the ride and join me on my journey!
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Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm2 days ago in Fiction
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