Hope
I wake up unsure of the day,
wishing it goes well.,
but with my luck, its hard to tell,
with a smile on my face,
my heart beats at a fast pace,
I try to hold back the tears,
I feel my eyes soon begin to clear,
sometimes I feel so alone,
like I’m weak, from my skin to my bones,
I continue on a single lane,
trying to hide all my pain,
hope is the only thing I gain.
Hope is what keeps me going,
it keeps my blood flowing,
it helps keep my head held high,
even though one day I’ll die.
With one deep breath, I clear my mind,
my happiness is what I’ll find.
I may be lost and breaking now,
but to find hope is my vow.
I’m always told to stay strong,
but this war has been going on for so long.
I think it’s time to let go,
and this is something i must know.
I’m almost done fighting,
I’m for sure done hiding.
but, will I give up? Nope.
I just need a little more hope.
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