Reaching out, trying to grasp the hope the light brings with
it, I cover the light with my hand. And it is gone.
Just that easy. Gone.
Slipping back into the darkness I let my hand slide away
from the pin prick of hope.
Sitting in the darkness wishing the light would be tangible.
Crying I stay in the darkness, not reaching out for now I understand hope can
only be wished for. If I want the pin prick to stay I must live in the
darkness.
Someone, please grant me hope.
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