free verse poem
Of this hope that comes and goes
blowing the heart up
To leave it lifeless.
Of this hope that welts hearts
and thoughts
As if something is stirring
from inside.
Something without a name:
a reckless and restless
never-ending bustle.
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“I write what I couldn’t tell anyone”. writer. poet, observer. Relationship. Parenting. Personal Growth. Enchanted with life. Thin Skin/amazon.com
