Monday, April 27, 2015

A Handful of Hope

My heart is full of sadness
My head full of relief
My actions can be construed as callous
As I try to confront my grief

My feet tire of pacing
My nerves ache with worry
My eyes are dry, my ears ring
With the confusion I struggle to bury

My imagination breeds fear
My body can no longer cope
I need it now, the time is here
For a handful of hope

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