Despair’s a liar
There’s always a way forwards
Hints of dawn’s colors
I know how easy it is get lost in fear, my mind racing with destructive dreams. It’s corrosive to my joy.
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It’s audacious
Hubristic, really
To think these words
A silly spackle of thought
Might, maybe, change things
Dampen a bit of rage
Create a little love
Maybe, just maybe,
My audacity might
Bear fruit
Hope echoes
Within
It delights me so
Drifting across the earth
Dropping a word here
Another there
One in France
The next Africa
Seconds pass
Seeds planted
Hope gently
Kindled
False power calling
The allure of fear and rage.
Hope always triumphs.