Hidden Hope Deep in my chest, scars exist in scores, from beneath pale skin, fears unveil themselves and form a sobbing voice. And when the scale of the battle within breaches my limit of endurance, i choose to walk among the crowd, i am looking for a celebration in tne arms of others - a mending - through the spirit og human love. I carry hopes.... and i carry these hopes. in the pouch of my heart. Could someone come forward to embrace me, unburden me, and case the brunt of my bruising? You, maybe?