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Hope bound and gagged by the intimations of false prophets
~ and there is no peace
#ThePhotoHour
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At this point I’m more afraid of life than death,” she says, grey eyes meeting mine. Her gaze is steady, empty, and I wonder if she felt it, the moment hope slipped away.
#SlapDashSat #vss
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strands of melancholic wistfulness
all these what-might-have-beens
a haunting penance we leave behind
~ what is yet to be, our Hope
#ThePhotoHour #poetrycommunity
Michele retweeted
may we embrace today
(and everyday)
with the joy and reckless abandon
borne of a courageous heart
#ThePhotoHour #chasingsunsets #poetry #Happy2022
Michele retweeted
today there is a palpable lump
in our throats
a collective sadness
may we channel our grief
into sheer grit
and get to work
Michele retweeted
it takes courage to recognize some things are bigger than you and i
and an almost otherworldly strength
to act accordingly
Michele retweeted
we hold on with tender ferocity
hope deferred, a palpable ache
#ThePhotoHour #hope
Michele retweeted
today there's a palpable lump
in our throats
a kind of collective sadness
may we channel our grief
into sheer grit
and get to work
Michele retweeted
there came a day she let go
of the frightened little girl
carrying all that pain
and on that day, she skipped
wide-eyed with wonder
into the world
Michele retweeted
let’s leave before the spring azures come
just open the garden gate, and go
#ThePhotoHour #butterfly #springazure
he cradles a baby hummingbird
whispering gentle affirmations
of unconditional love
only the broken
can hear
and somewhere in time
her fragile heart skips a beat
Michele retweeted
With every hug, I hope to reach the places in her heart that words can't, to heal the wounds that eyes can't see, and to give her soul a place where it can breathe and mend
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“Paydays we’d wait for her in that old car hoping for a Marathon bar, the best cause they lasted so long. Then we’d get groceries and go home for supper. Table always set. Napkins in laps. Grace. Candy waiting. She never said I love you,” he smiles, “but we knew.”
#SlapDashSat
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sadness nipping at her heels
~ she takes another step
#ThePhotoHour
i feel the pulse of the cosmos
with each beat of your heart
#ThePhotoHour
come meet me where the rainbow ends
together we’ll find lost again
#ThePhotoHour















