I’m punch-drunk;
on the hope that is before me,
imploring to new heights,
inciting to new sights
so compellingly.
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The Balm of Hope
My heart overflows
into the still of the night,
as seeping anguish overtakes the calm.
Weeping eyes worn of gnawing pains,
as wretched days grow harder to sustain.
Yet hope is fierce knowing no boundary,
her tenacious wings guide into the light.
Benjamin
