Hopeby Philip BaileyI saw the boy who would come in the dark and leave with her heart. I knew night would be her only friend and loneliness the constant craving. She is no different than us all, living, loving, and crying through the not often enough joy of the day with only her mirror to see the pain. Like a shadow, life followed her inner light, but she didn't see it teasing, flickering in the moon, and reaching out with the invitation to the dance. Everywhere she looked was the same color of the only heartbeat she ever knew. The door will open, the pain will subside, and joy will burn bright but until then I am that shade, comfort, and care that will live in a tent on a beach called hope. |
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