I know
Life is hard,
And long
And an uphill battle
But sweetheart,
If you hang your head
Every time you're let down,
Your face will never know the Sky.
-Autumn
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
Lift Your Head
I know
Life is hard,
And long
And an uphill battle
But sweetheart,
If you hang your head
Every time you're let down,
Your face will never know the Sky.
-Autumn
