Hope



This space is filled 
With memories
That haunt me,
As they swirl 
Around my essence,
Taunting and teasing 
My fragile grip on sanity.
I feel the thoughts and moods
Of souls who've touched me,
Through their words and deeds,
In countless ways
Too numerous to contemplate.
Sweet sighs of recognition 
Slip from my trembling lips,
As tears come tumbling
Down my burning cheeks.
They course across 
My hot skin,
Leaving rivulets 
That wash away
The sadness 
That pervades my mind.
And as the deluge ends...
There comes a gentle calmness
That wraps me in its safety,
Bringing a soothing comfort...
Which lulls me back to sleep
And sets my soul 
Soaring free again,
To hope and dream 
Once more.


Liana Brittain






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