It’s difficult to hold on to hope. Difficult still,
when our heart is broken repeatedly by ones
whom we held dear. A single tear conjures a
fervent storm, one which destroys every last
shred until we can not cope.
I beg my heart be still, listen to river around
you, hear murmuring increase parallel to the
sound of heartbeat. I hold onto hope in form
of autumnal leaf feeling its color and texture
fade, knowing that soon, it shall rejuvenate.
I lay my head down, resting, beneath indigo
skies, my lone companion being a luminous
moon. I whisper secrets to him, although he
can not comprehend. I hold onto to hope in
times when there’s scarcely a friend.
Because I believe nature is truly consistent,
welcome days that arrive with a golden sun.
It reminds us that, there is a light in the sea
of darkness, it reminds us, to abstain, from
few bad apples.
With each passing day, I walk with nature
by my side.
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