In the wake of losing hope
Bobbing back, flaunting
With cheerfulness, optimism
More grounded independently
You begin to keen your musings
About you yourself
You get quality
Fortitude, and conviction
In which you really stop
To glance dread in the face
And increase quality
By never surrendering
A belief that something
Filled with hope
Either can or will happen
© daniel miltz
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