You’re humming again.

The silent thrum through your body that likes to hold hands with the acid in your stomach. Keep fighting. You will keep fighting. I know it’s hard and it feels like you’ve fought for so many years now, but you’re almost through it. There’s a glimmer at the end of the tunnel and you see it. Just a pinprick of light, but it’ll grow, just as you are growing in this moment. You must remember to keep going. 

The psychics and mystics and spiritual leaders can call it something different, but you know it’s hope. It’s small, but it’s there. The more you focus on that light the calmer you feel. 

Hope. 

It’s easy to fall into the pattern of believing it’s not there. It’s more comfortable to lie in the pit than to claw your way out. Don’t stop. Claw until those fingers bleed because you’re almost out. It’s there. Don’t you see it? It’s right there. 

The lights getting closer, but don’t you dare look back! Not right now. You focus on the light. Only you can see its brilliance. Dazzling radiance. Just a bit longer. You got this. 

Because you feel it. 

It’s presence. 

Your hope.