Without a moment's notice
the fleeting trails
of tender repose
softly sweet, just left
As exhilaration's wave hissed
the mirage of dreams
focused on lonely hours
Draining energy
discounting my being
so tired of tears and fears
just really tired of struggle
Can there be hope
can there be trust
can there be comfort
I need so little, just a sliver
Seeing my pieces
scattered as raindrop splashes
spilling on the pane
it is time to recover
In these quiet moments
my Mantra is set
a gift from me to me
My way to hope
so worn, yet rekindling
this glimmer of hope




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