The Power of Poetry
No Other Way Out of the Darkness
Living Your Life With a Whisper

I live my life with a whisper Risking the quick and the softly spoken Walking ahead on a path that I’ve chosen. I live my life with a whisper, one step after another,
Yes, I do. Sometimes, there’s no other way out of the darkness: You live your life by whispering.
I hope that the future can be better and brighter than it ever has been. However, I’m worried that the present may not be a good enough place to hold my hopes high. I don’t know what tomorrow will be like, and that’s why I need hope to get me through today.
I hope that I have the right to have hope with all my heart. I wish every day with all my might that I can hold on to my hopes and dreams. Yet, I live my life with a whisper.
The resonance of the hope is a small fire.
In the distance, flickering over a field. Quietly it burns, passing from tree to tree. It’s not strong enough to set anything alight, But it will not die out until it has caught flame. The fire of hope is the only warmth in your heart. But it’s a nice warmth, like that of a friend’s hand in yours. It will fill the emptiness and make you feel complete. It’s something you’ll never be without, even if you lose everything else. That is what I think about hope. So I wrote this poem, to myself, to my friends,
Poetry is everywhere 💚 But the question is, how much do you love it?






