This poem came to me before I went to sleep. And I really think this poem speaks the truth.

Hope

A blanket of darkness may cover the world

The world may seem bleak

But there is a small ember

No matter how much people despair

There is always a small glimmer of light

No matter how dark the days may seem

There is a small flame banishing the darkness

A flame that can never go out

A flame called

Hope