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Oct 2012
It's that one moment
That breathe before the final word
That whisper in the darkness
When Hope Speaks
It's that soft beat
The pulse generating speed
The excitement building
When Hope Speaks
When She sings her melody
Calmly
When She holds out her hand
Steady
When She looks in your eyes
Unblinking
Loneliness
It wraps each one of us
In a blanket of animosity and
Fear
With a pillow of poison to
Rest our heads on
And we sleep with dreams of
Darkness
Of nightmares and rage
Of terrors and loathing
When we're falling from our bed
When we're hitting the floor
When our eyes snap open-
When Hope Speaks
When She brushes us off
Gently
When She smiles at us
Knowingly
When She cries for us
Loving
When she gives us a reason
To live on
Anne Margaret Faire
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