Lookin' outside my door,
to find the heel of inspiration.
Where the rainbow meets the sky.
And I'm not sure what's constant
but I know one thing for sure.
I won't go without a fight.
It's in me to say
the one thing is for sure
and that's there's always hope.
Even when the lights are dim
or the clouds are gathering;
hope is a candle flame.
Flicker, flicker
so fragile and losable
to a weary soul.
But just as easy findable
to whoever asks'
its favor.
And I won't go gently
nor with a smile,
because flicker, baby, that's just denial.
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baby, just believe in the stars and all your wildest dreams might come true.
the love you withhold is the pain you carry.
Y'know.... Its so funny, I've been thinking a lot about hope. And what is the value of keeping hope, if its possible you may never get what you're hoping for.... I mean, what good is hope, if hope is all you have in the end?
I guess Im a weary soul who may just let her flame blow it. But, as you said in this poem.... Hope finds its way back easily when I need the light to get through. Got a light?
... Not Ever Again...
Very cool. I thought the comparison of hope to a candle flame was depicted. It's not that long, but I think it's still has quality and content.
well you all know, darlings, that words are words;
and there in you to create,
so just think of all the possibilities.
the love you withhold is the pain you carry.
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