they speak as if optimism is for the feint hearted,
as if we who see an escape route in every prison are too weak to handle the darkness of reality.
they speak as if we are children who still believe in made up fairy tales,
but every story, every myth, and every unicorn stems from something real, even if it is only real in part.
they see us dancing in the midst of hurricanes and under the ash of volcanoes,
but they forget that the rain will seize, and that volcanic larva gives birth to paradise islands.
they laugh at us who stay awake to watch the sun rise and rush to catch it before it sets,
but they don’t see that the sunset is. a reminder that the darkness will only last for so long,
and the sunrise is the fulfilment of the promise.
they speak as if we who hope have never experienced hopelessness,
they speak as if we know no pain,
but no one knows more pain than the one who has a reason to hope.