My Life in My Hand, My Hope in My Heart

My Life in My Hand, My Hope in My Heart

Tears dripping onto the paper. The fear of failing in my heart. Nothing but black. Then comes a shimmer of light inside. My heart fighting the darkness that lives inside me. The sadness, the sorrow, the evil within all of these things being bashed away. These things are now replaced with hope and happiness. The light becomes brighter, brighter than the sun. The light swallowed the darkness, drowning it out with the sound of my hope. I repeat the words of a wise man I once knew, “Be brave, be bright, keep your dreams in your sight make your hopes big and bright.” A tear builds up in my eye, not from sadness but from the happy memories that encourage me to excel to be the best I can be.