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Hope

by Philip Bailey
I knew her life before she did.
I saw the boy who would come in the dark
and leave with her heart.
I knew night would be her only friend
and loneliness the constant craving.

She is no different than us all,
living, loving, and crying through the
not often enough joy of the day
with only her mirror to see the pain.

Like a shadow, life followed her inner light, but she didn't see it
teasing, flickering in the moon, and reaching out with
the invitation to the dance. Everywhere she looked
was the same color of the only heartbeat she ever knew.

The door will open, the pain will subside, and joy will burn bright
but until then
I am that shade, comfort, and care that will live in a tent
on a beach called hope.



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