#missysmadchallenge #109
Your challenge for this week
She carried her hope like a fragile thing, but it never broke.
Missy’s MAD Challenge # 109
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The Thing That Never Broke
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She carried her hope like a fragile thing,
but it never broke.
Sometimes she held it carefully,
cupped between both hands
like a tiny flame in a storm.
Other times,
it was all she could do
to drag it behind her.
Hope wasn’t always beautiful.
Nobody tells you that.
Sometimes hope was stubborn.
Sometimes it was angry.
Sometimes it sat beside her at three in the morning
and refused to explain why it was still there.
Life had given it plenty of reasons to disappear.
There had been doors slammed shut,
goodbyes she wasn’t ready for,
promises that became silence,
and days when getting through the day
was victory enough.
She had watched things she believed were permanent
vanish.
She had learned that answers don’t always arrive
when you need them.
That justice can take far too long.
That people you love can leave
while love itself somehow stays.
There were days she looked at hope
and thought,
You really are a ridiculous little thing.
Bruised.
Cracked.
Held together by memories, music, signs,
and perhaps a little sheer bloody-mindedness.
But still there.
Always there.
Because hope had taught her something.
Fragile and broken
are not the same thing.
A heart can ache
and still love.
A voice can tremble
and still speak.
A person can fall
and still rise.
You can stand beneath the darkest sky
and still remember
that somewhere beyond the clouds
the stars haven’t gone anywhere.
So she kept carrying it.
Not because she believed everything
would magically become perfect.
She knew better than that.
She carried it because tomorrow
had not been written yet.
Because unanswered questions
could still find answers.
Because wounds could become scars.
Because music could grow from grief.
Because love could survive absence.
Because somewhere inside her
was still that stubborn little flame saying,
Not yet.
Don’t give up yet.
And whenever life tried once more
to knock it from her hands,
she picked it up.
Again.
And again.
And again.
She carried her hope like a fragile thing.
Perhaps it was.
But after everything it had survived,
she was beginning to realise—
so was she.
And neither of them had broken.
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