Hope is the thread that binds the fray,

The spark that ignites a smothered day.

When shadows coil and hearts collapse,

It carves a path where none perhaps.

It wears no crown, no sword in hand,

Yet moves the earth, reclaims the land.

Through storms that batter, skies that wail,

Hope stands steady, it will not pale.

It whispers soft in the deafening roar,

A quiet knock on a bolted door.

It drips like rain through cracks of stone,

Fills empty cups, mends broken bone.

In barren fields where nothing grows,

It plants a seed beneath the snows.

Through winter’s wrath, through ice’s sting,

Hope waits patient, it knows spring.

When all is ash, and dreams take flight,

Hope rekindles the fiercest light.

Not fragile, not fleeting, not just in part—

It is the fire within the heart.

Hope is eternal, though unseen or small—

The deepest root, the mightiest call.

A bridge, a beacon, a steadfast flame—

In its embrace, we rise again.

About The Poet

 Haneen Fekry is a 17-year-old student from Egypt , currently studying  in 12th
grade in American private school in Kalba. she is passionate about learning and
exploring new opportunities to grow both academically and personally. Her interests are
reading, writing, and exploring scientific advancements.