Walk you over

Within the depths of sadness
That surge within the deepest souls
And the most shallow
Lies, always, despite
Your best unintention
A glimmer of hope, lying
Imperceptibly inside the din of dismay,
The shlep of everyday daunting,
And willing you
To sleep, but your soul
Is awake,
Even when you'd slept through it
And the millions
Of thousands
Of eons of times you'd tried
And the times you'd been left
Behind you,
Now,
Peacefully, resting restlessly on
The glimmer of the hope
Of the dream, and it persists
And exists because
Someone saw you on the floor
And someone chose to pick you up
Rather than walk you over.