Feels

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He left 
Me
Alone
To struggle then break free
To wail before the calm did come
To despair until all that was left is hope
To see my own cowering shadow rise up
To be dust, dust again, then be formed
To learn I knew nothing
He never left me alone


Hope-Colored

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What color is it
That perfect depicts
Exhaustion of speaking to walls

The tone of tea-wash
The gloss of green bog
The palette of pinesnake’s slow crawl

It is and must be
The khaki-grey knees
The clear jades convinced hope stands tall

But could it be right
This midnight blue might
Be black and be white after all 

Bright Side

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Even if you’ve never known alone
May I pretend you were then
To think it breaks my (inaudible)
Though it heals my heart to think
I walked that bridge with you
I saw you delivered 
Safely to your daydream
Yours intact
Mine a pipe dream, as he foretold

Very Priceless 

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To be
Worth every tortured tear
and ounce of pain
and crying out on fighting knees 

With bare, grey, gutted heart
and sense of loss
-of deep, deep loss-
and certainty that there is hope

You
Even if 
You aren’t 
To be

grand loser

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The one that rocked eternity
Is all they’ll see
Hope converted you, love converted me
I in black, you in white 
To holy onlookers delight 
The race set out before this night
We have long since won
The task at hand, my fiery-one
Persuade the other souls to run 

See This 

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In the new of each day
In the impossibly early 
Traffic-lights-still-blinking hour
If you dare with me
Pick up the grain of sand that represents some hope
Place it in a place not far
With goal to keep belief’s door 
Ajar 
Make the wish that others see to do the same 
Tomorrow, tonight you’ll say,
Invite the ocean