My hopes and illusions are all but shattered
Like fine chinaware placed on a wobbly table
Swiftly broken by a mere tilt
Discarding its delicacies without a care
Fingers pick-up fragments gingerly
As if honoring the brokenness
Will restore it magically
The tragedy isn't what came crashing down
It's the hope in placing it
Once again
On uncertain grounds
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To Hope with the Depressed
PoetryA compilation of poems stemming from times of darkness. For it's only in the dark when you truly appreciate the flicker of light, and that light is the glimmer of hope in the midst of our hurts. Hello, dear readers! As a general overlook, in this...
