Hope
I have hope in this next excursion.
Why, I do not know.
I must dig myself out of this rut
and allow myself to grow.
Nothing could emit that pain,
or hurt me worse than that.
It left me with scars that burn
like the scrapes of an angry cat.
And though it seems pointless
to try again,
What else can I do?
I must have faith in others
and hope to start anew.
©1997 by Amanda Leckron
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