A Little Hope
There's a magic in Connection,
a little joy we all enjoy.
There's a longing in Depression,
a little foil through which we toil.
There's a peace in being Lonely,
a little vice we can't release.
There's a longing to be Homely,
a little piece that leaves us weak.
There's a fear of any Changes,
a little terror we can dread.
There's a way to deal with Pain,
a little trap within our head.
There's a holding of Hands,
a little moment in the bed.
There's a laughing while we Plan,
a little balm to soothe the ache.
There's a hunger for Connection,
a little thirst i cannot slake.
Copyright © Willa Wordsmith | Year Posted 2023
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