In the spaces between hope and yearning
Somewhere far and beyond the scope of reality
Is born the first tenuous sapling of fortitude.
A dainty thing, tiny and delicate as a bud,
It unfurls and invades the vacant realm
There it waits in patient somnolence,
Gaining strength and testing its confidence.
Bit by bit, far removed from the treacherous
And malevolent emotions of doubt and hate,
It grows with the support of the tiny shreds
Image Credit – Vanessa Chiu