Friday, August 9, 2024

All but Hope


Standing stripped

of all but
Hope . . . .

Trembling on the edge
of terror,
as ghosts of regret
in their dance of despair,
hover above and
refuse to let go.

Voices of condemnation
rage and roar
from the abyss of judgment.

But still I stand -
stripped of 
all but
Hope.


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