As the clouds blanket the sky, it serves as a reminder to shield and preserve the embers of hope in my heart. Not everyone earns the merit of such illustriousness as rekindling the flame that was smothered with complete abhor.
The blanket begins to dissolve right before my eyes as I open myself and allow quantums in. This is done with countenance and solicitude just as you would when starting a fire.
The flames of hope ignite with fervor. Ravaging and defacing the diffidence and dubiety which had built up over the years. Hope burned that day with ardor. The usurper no longer had grapple or sovereignty, for hope regained her kingdom. Hope embellished herself with the crown she so ever deserved.