I had hope.
It wisped around the periphery, gossamer, fleeting. But it
was there. I reached out to grasp it, felt it slip between my fingers, watched
it dissipate in the sunlight, sensed it change to grief in my throat, asphyxiating
me.
I have swallowed too much sorrow. It sits heavy in my belly,
poisoning my mind, my thoughts, my dreams. My hope deferred sickens my heart. But
it beats on, sluggish against the tide, near to breaking.
What strength is there to keep my heart thumping against the
onslaught of pain?
I lift up my eyes to
the hills.
awesome! this is brilliant. and the last line is so perfect.
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