tightrope
strings around
my finger
walking conviction
to not forget
treading softly
meet you in the middle
on the other side
would you--
holding on
still
tightrope
Hope - still
-
Hope is bloody-knuckled and bruised
From punching the wall in an attempt
To break it down.
Hope knows the only way through
Is through
And time heals
And...
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