Count your hope(s)

A poem and some encouragement

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And tuck them in your pocket / like shiny pennies you find on the street / like shooting stars / and birthday candles / and scratch off lotto tickets that your grandma gave you as a kid / like the way the bacon sizzling in the pan makes the whole house smell like joy / like the comfort of Sunday brunch / like the sunlight painting your kitchen a warm, hazy glow / like the miracle that you were loved into existence / and that you get to see the stars shine tonight / and the sun glow tomorrow / and that your heart can beat after it breaks / Like how you get to choose what you do next / and that you are here, at this moment, alive.