Just a short writing prompt for you today.

Write about the texture of HOPE

It came to her in the gentlest way – as she took a deep cleansing breath it slid down her throat and spread through her. It was a comforting fire that reached to her fingers and toes. She arched her neck as she savored it, reveling in it. It continued to fill her until she thought she would burst. Her heart beat steadily, pulsing in its new rhythm. She wet her lips, tasting its sweetness – like fresh picked strawberries on a summer’s day.

The world hadn’t changed around her, it was still a chaotic mess that disheartened even the most stalwart. Her situation hadn’t gotten better. But she found that it wasn’t as oppressive now. Her soul had found a last reserve of something that bolstered her, renewed her.

-Laura

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