Hope
Even in the darkest night hope lives in my heart
By Marie381Uk Published about a year ago • 1 min read

Hope is a wonderful thing
There is a place where shadows creep,
Where heavy thoughts make me weep.
There’s no escape; what can I do
As my heart hurts, searching for you?
Dreams that danced are now silent and dim,
Hope is dying; it is growing thin.
Yet on this night, a spark could still rise,
A glimmer found in my tear-streaked eyes.
In tangled thoughts, I will look for peace,
Repairing myself again. Pain will soon cease.
Even in this darkest hour of tears I now cry,
There is hope that we won’t ever say goodbye. ❤️
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



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