To Narrate,
Vacate,
Open the gate to,
Your soul, your feelings,
Your missing love,
In trembling sounds,
As life rebounds
From the past,
To future hope?
Palpitate, write,
Know you're alive,
Even if it's hard to cope,
When you're reaching,
The end of your rope.
This could have been written directly to me, as I have been thinking recently about leaving Poem Hunter. Thank you, my good friend.
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Poetry has saved me in more ways than one will ever know. I can totally relate to the optimistic spirit of this wonderful poem. Thank you, Sandra for your optimism and for sharing from your heart.