Living In the Extraordinary
Living in the extraordinary
Hope
Is what blooms in chaos, striving to find the sun in the strangling cover of darkness.
Is an audacity that constantly lights up inside of us, finding sanity in the tumultuous.
Hope.
Is definitive, finding power in the act of defiance.
Is a gift, dreaming the wildly unimaginable in the face of despair.
Hope.
Is the urgency to create, painting the monotonous in streams of vivid colour.
Is the tenacity to act, catching glimpses through cracks in a despairing façade.
Hope.
Is not ignorance, a blinding belief that the world is sunny
But a bold narrative, with visions and dreams amid despondency.
Hope.
Is not a fallacy, attempting optimism with a well-worn cliché.
But an embrace of the inevitable, and yet clamoring for the extraordinary.
Copyright © Joanna Marcus | Year Posted 2020
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