Hope?



I walk through the doors
Of beautiful Hope
Falling headlong
Into sadness

Tears rising
From the well
Inside me

As though
I had entered
Into death
Instead of life

To grieve and not
To be consoled

The river that runs
Is stronger than I

Water will not be
Held back

Weeping will not
Restrain itself
Much longer

It is the only
Expression left
To me

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