RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Hanging On Edges - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Altogether, life has it's moments of despair,
hanging on edges of hope.
Tranquilized in attempts of coercive fatigue,
possessing many strands and slivers that fall
through hands in times of latent sadness.
Boxed, crated, stored in warehouses, awaiting
bonds of trust and aid.
Standing there, only several minutes bounce
forth with happiness and joy.
Altogether, life had it's moments of despair,
now no more hope hanging on the edges.
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