The Hope
In my hands, I’m holding this unbearably heavy ball of hope. Watch me fold under its gravity. Come, help heft this globe of hope for me, that I might rest awhile, and replenish my strength.
Joshua Seigal
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In my hands, I’m holding this unbearably heavy ball of hope. Watch me fold under its gravity. Come, help heft this globe of hope for me, that I might rest awhile, and replenish my strength.
The speaker imagines hope not as something light and airy, but as a heavy ball they must physically hold. Its weight is so great that they are bending under it, worn out by the effort of staying optimistic or keeping a difficult situation afloat.
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