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An Optimists Conclusion
In a perfect world...
The skies never darken
The days never age
The winds never stale
My worries do not overwhelm
My sorrows do not drown
My frustrations do not suffocate
My health is not an issue
My mind is always stimulated
My heart is never torn
In a perfect world...
How beautiful
How boxed
How boring
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String
When there is nothing left
to reach for
to hold onto
A tiny string dangles before me
thin
brittle
It slips around my fingers
cutting off circulation
slicing my skin
I refuse to release it
despite the searing pain
my grip tightens
*can you tell what this poem is about?*
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Hope
Isn't always pretty
It is never easy
It makes no promises
It is years in the making
It is lost and then found
It doesn't defeat the impossible
It is strength
It is courage
It is continuing
Fumbling through darkness
Crawling across jagged rocks
Defying everything just to be
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