Updated: Feb 19, 2020
I have not put any more poems of mine up here except the title poem, but here’s another one from my journal on 12/2/07.
Hope seeps; hope keeps coming from somewhere.
Tired: tired drains it away,
And yet it comes again
Breathing; breathing just enough in –
A trickle – enough for sustenance, enough for staying here, for standing
In the middle.
In the middle of sorrow; sorrow flows, and yet hope holds it at bay – a dam strong enough and yet seemingly weak.
Chandeliers crashing down around you, around me – damaging, smashing the beauty.
And yet there is beauty still
Beauty you can feel and not see.
Beauty you believe in.
Behind the curtain.
Just through the window.
In a different world.
And it’s enough.
Enough to live for.
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