Thrive

What does hope feel like?
I say to my child self.
In her world of sweet oblivion.
It feels like the sun warming my skin,
until time melts away.
It feels like the raw joy in my heart
would always persist.
Ah youth.
Soaring summits to be climbed,
inside hope's mountain range in my mind.
Despair has peaks too, that stab the souls sky.
Inside time's great divide,
lies the present moment.
The only existing moment.
To thrive with the warm joy of life.