When the Clouds Don’t Part: Holding on to Hope in the Fog
As I stumble out of bed, the weight of another day presses on my shoulders, and I can’t help but hope that today might be different—that maybe today will be the day the clouds finally part.
But as I move through the motions, I can’t shake the nagging feeling that those clouds will linger a little longer, like they always seem to do. There’s a heaviness in the air, a doubt that wraps itself around my thoughts and keeps me from fully embracing the possibility of change.
Yet, despite it all, I find myself holding onto that flicker of hope, because without it, what else is there to do? Hope is all I have, even if it feels like it’s slipping through my fingers. So I push forward, uncertain, but still clinging to the belief that maybe, just maybe, today will be the day.
I rise, hoping today the sky will clear,
But doubt wraps me, quiet and near.
The clouds may stay, they’ve lingered too long,
Yet I search for hope, though it feels far gone.