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POEM: Ode to Hope

Updated: Feb 24, 2020

by Bella Clark - February 21, 2020

When the world starts to crack and

constitutions begin to crumble and

blood stains the bookshelves,

you stand with glue and bandages.

When souls wail and

spirits are dragged down to drown and

the last shards of hearts are scattered,

you collect the pieces and hold them

until the blueprints are found.

You are so quiet, so soft.

Sometimes it’s hard to find you

when the Acheron starts to drown us.

Where do you get this strength

to persevere,

to burn, even when the rain pours?

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