The Bench
Today I lay on the bench outside and gazed above into the endless blue
There was a striking contrast between the chilling, dark iron that touched my skin
And the warm, bright sky that met my eyes.
I’m not sure what I was looking for
But I was delighted with what I found
Hope.
A chance at leading a happy, fulfilling life, and the freedom to do it.
I sat up and began to reach
Reach up, stand up on the bench, and jump up
Trying to overcome the schism
Trying to become one
With hope.
I know that it’s there
And I know that it’s not going anywhere
It’s left to me to dream
It’s left to me to reach
It’s left to me
To hope.
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