Shamelessly, she held onto that sliver of hope. The odds, ludicrously against her. Yet she stood her ground, grasping on to it. Maybe that was her strength.
Her combat had just ended, blood trickled down her skin. Clothes clung to her body, and a thousand scars adorned her form.
Yet she chose to believe, that humanity, the very one that had killed her lover and forced her to battle unknown anonymous heroes at the border was capable of warmth.
Anticipating that the end of the war would mean an end to all sufferings, she returned home, giddy with joy, only to find rubble and debris where her home was.
Dejected and in anguish, she made her way towards the young boy in the middle of the wreckage and as the toddler wrapped his little body around her leg, shrieking with joy, she knew that her sliver of hope had survived.
31 replies on “Sliver of Hope”
Beautifully put, this reminded me of one of my favorite quotes on hope.
Everything that is done in this world is done by hope – Martin Luther
Do keep writing and sharing. Thank you
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Thank you!
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Thankyou so much!
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Hey Saania, thank you so much! π
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My pleasure, followed you π
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Thank you so much! I love your blog πΉ
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A great quote! One would think we would learn in time… but no we are still fighting!
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Hey, thank you for taking the time to read. True, us humans, we can be thickheaded and ignorant sometimes. We can only hope for the best!
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The first lines reminded me of Joanne of Arc π #strong
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True! I think Joan of Arc is one of the strongest historical figure in the French history. Thank you for taking the time to read π
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The pleasure is mine! And, indeed, Joanne was an inspiration. But the way she went down to the clutches of the then religious beliefs pains me
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Exactly. But, I like to think that her bravery was a legacy that lives on
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Beautiful composition
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Hi, thank you for taking the time to read. I am glad you enjoyed it. Have a great day
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Beautifully penned π
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Hi, thank you so much for taking the time to read. Truly grateful for your appreciation! Have a great day
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This was just lovely. I’m glad I’m following you!
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Hi, thank you so much for taking the time to read and for the follow. You have a pretty amazing blog! I am really thrilled you like it. Have a good day and stay safe
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I love the imagery you were able to create with words.
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Hey, thank you so much for taking the time to read. I am really grateful for your appreciation and glad that you enjoyed this piece. Have a great day!
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Wonderfully put together..good read especially during these hard days where we are living in hope..ππ»π―β π
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Hey Anu, thank you so much for taking the time to read. I am really glad you enjoyed reading this piece. Have a great day and stay safe! π
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Lovely
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Hi Nitin, thank you for taking the time to read! Have a great day and stay safe
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Beautiful π
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Hey Aaliya, thank you for taking the time to read. Glad you liked it! Have a great day and stay safe πΌ
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You tooπ
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I love this otherworldly portrayal of the places that hope survives! There is a lot of unspoken sadness in this piece, but happiness also. π
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Hi Jaya, so good to hear from you! Indeed, hope always finds a way to survive and holding on to it, is bravery beyond all. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I hope you have a lovely day. πΉ
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