Hope.

Submitted by: Youth C.A.R.E.S

In the quiet hours, doubts start to rise,

A weight on the shoulders, a cloud in the skies.

Dreams once vivid now flicker and fade,

In the search for a path, a choice is to be made.

Amidst the noise, a voice feels unheard,

Navigating the chaos, each thought feels blurred.

Yet through the struggle, a lesson unfolds,

In the heart of the storm, resilience molds.

With each step uncertain, a journey begins,

Finding strength in the shadows, where hope quietly spins.

Though the road may be rough and the nights feel long,

In the search for their place, they’ll learn to be...