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Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)



Hope
is an open of sky
with a single star
that sees you
only you.

As It blinks back
you know,
finally,
you've been seen.

When the horizon
pinks
a new sun
will rise
in you.

You will begin
another day.

There will be a gathering
of light
in each step
you take...
then,
a fledgling of wings
as you feel your flung forward
fluttering
then flying free.


I woke up with this in my head.
For me, its significant.
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS LITTLE POEM 6:30AM PST APRIL 15 2019
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

THINKING ABOUT GRANDPA T THIS AM ON THE EVE OF WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN
HIS 120TH BIRTHDAY. HE WAS ONE OF MY FIRST MAN CRUSHES...LOVE YOU
WALTER WILLIAM THOMPSON.  MY LOVE FOR HIM LED ME EVENTUALLY TO
MY LOVE FOR "B"   BOTH WHO TAUGHT ME WHAT LOVE IS.







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