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Hope Remains
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2005 - 2006 Rest your head in the thicket
The thorns shall find you comfort
Though the piercing may bleed
The clot will suffocate the loss
Left to it’s own device
Narrow and dry is the path
Ground cracked from drought
Though in the crevasse hope remains hidden
Well aware of its near demise
Its faith is as prevalent as the worlds lack
Where is this recipe spoken?
At the precipice of life, or lack thereof?
Or simply at the water’s marriage to land?
Either place, it’s prodigal
Though neither situation morose
Tidal waves from veins internal
Desperately seeking open flood gates
Life is ravaging the weak
Mangling those along the way
In a world unprepared
Narrow and dry is the path
Ground crack from drought
Though in the crevasse hope remains hidden
Well aware of it’s near demise
It’s faith is as prevalent as the worlds lack
In the midst of the chaos a single sprout emerges
In it’s shadow you shall find your comfort
Oh this was absolutely enchanting! You have such a great way of expressing yourself & great diction.