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My hands are waving, I have had enough
my soul longs for more than I can take
So fatigued with playing it off the cuff
I need some answers before I break
I need the glint of better tomorrows
promises that won't be broken
... hands that lift me out of sorrow
crushing defeat in kind words spoken
I need the truth behind grey shadow
a crisp answer to uncertainty
wisdom given to the callow
A gentle quelling of rash insurgency
Can hope be both a vase with a single rose,
a tangle of wildflowers given away?
can it be a tingle of life that deftly flows
even in the embers of a dying day?
I think no matter how cliched,
hope is air beneath tattered wings
No matter how my life is played
hope is song my heart still dares to sing
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Writing Prompt |
Pen a poem in no more than twenty-four lines that rhyme on what hope means to you. |
Author Notes
Image is ...bicycle with wildflowers in the public domain
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