Seeking Hope


In the mist of my despair

 i always return here

  in search of something i have yet to name.


I don`t want to call it hope

       and yet what else is it if not hope ?

when it is here i rest my broken spirit .


Here were i roam in words of encouragment

         and the sound of praise

posted so loudly.


Seek is a very strong word

    it implies one search`s very hard for an answer

i never need to question if i have find my own.


I keep coming here


            I ?



The End

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