Holding on to light,
Opens doors unseen,
Promises kept bright,
Endings fresh and clean.
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me, me, me
when i read back my poetry it screams “me, me, me” on my screen in bold letters and i can’t shut it up — most days, i cannot make any other words out; i want to throttle a thousand versions of the me gone by, i want to throw myself from a figurative balcony, i want to sink a sword into every pen i’ve held
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We should all have HOPE to do whatever we hope to do. Good work.
Agreed, best poetry
hope drives us and keeps us going