Hope
Sometimes while teetering on the edge of despair
A wounded heart embraces a life-altering moment,
Welcomes change into the tattered life, amending
The future in ways before not readily apparent;
Taking the torn-apart soul and making it new,
Not even realizing the change until years pass.
Sometimes, never wanting to acknowledge hope
Appears near the bottom of the treacherous abyss.
Written March 19, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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