This is a short poem, reflecting on hope. Pause, breathe, then begin. If you can, read it out loud to yourself. May it bring you some comfort in whatever ways you need it. How do we hold onto hope? It is fragile. A creature often paired with misery, as if to truly taste the sweet one must also taste the bitter. It likes to run, hope does. Take its sweetness and flee. It is too delicate for catching back like some ordinary thing. Even in small doses, it is strong. Palpable, even. It rises to the surface in seas of nothingness- internal storms beware the buoyancy. If you call to…