Hope

Do not pity me;

I do not trip in the pitch.

The dark, I’ve grown accustomed to

cobwebbed corridors I do not groom;

Perfect as they are,

I wander carelessly and methodically both

driving me forward

toward light out of reach,

and within the scope of hope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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