Hello, Hope, my old friend. You have been missed.

I’ve had sleepless nights, searching for you behind closed doors.

Doors closed by hate, by cruelty, and a world I do not recognize.

When despair did all it could to bring us down, you were there.

Waiting.

Never gone, but harder to find.

Then, there you were. Hands held out with all you bring.

A future. A dream. A released sigh, yearning for peace.

Hope is a start. Hope is an anchor. Hope is what we need.

Hope is here.

Welcome, my old friend.