Dirt under her nails

At first glance hope seems airy and whispy, like an angel’s wing.

But up close, you see that hope is tattered and bruised and there’s dirt under her nails.

She’s a scrappy street fighter who takes on bullies twice her size.

Knock her down and she’ll get up for more.

She always gets up.

My money’s on hope. Every damn time.

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