This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
Not every wound forms a scab,
It believes it will,
And comforts the self.
Not every door opens again,
It believes it will,
Waits for its empty place to fill.
Not every heart beats continuously,
It believes it will,
Lives on with what dwells within.
Not every day dawns the same way,
It believes it will,
Waits anew with hope for its heart.
Peri, Ebrar Sıla. "Umut." Unpublished manuscript poem. Date written: April 17, 2026.
