The voice of hope

Some days
we grit our teeth
and bear the load,
convinced that we are carrying
too much,
and alone.
Don't fight it:
ours is not to be warriors,
shouting our determination
to the sky.
Bend; bow to the emptiness,
sink into the helplessness,
and hear at last--
when you're too spent to shout --
the voice
you long to hear;
the voice of hope.