
When I was young, I looked at the older me
saw the vision of what I longed to become.
I could see myself dancing in the future
whirling along a path, that hadn’t been built yet.

When I was young, I looked at the older me
saw the vision of what I longed to become.
I could see myself dancing in the future
whirling along a path, that hadn’t been built yet.

“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson
There are so many lost, alone and confused souls searching for answers and reasons why their lives seem so out of control. Imagine where we all would be without hope?