Hope, a foriegn concept
heart hoped, and it bled.
Surrendering to my demons, I knelt,
thought my last choice was accept.
Then you came,
a heart like my own.
Carrying the same flame
and it let me be not alone.
Wouldn't say it's love
but sure is hope.
Hope to love,
hope to tell my demons, "Nope."
~~Poet's Note~~
This is for that person who made me believe I wasn't alone. So, if ur reading this, thank you.
YOU ARE READING
Before The Light
ПоэзияPain... I'm pretty sure no one likes to talk about that. Compared to those who have been abused or those who are facing racism, sexism or such, my pain is absolutely nothing. But it does hurt. Poetry is an outlet for my feelings. Paper does have mo...
