Your eyes are so sad,
Deeply, painfully sad —
They speak volumes of grief,
And a life took so brief,
To trauma,
to “held” hope,
to limited thinking:
“I can’t cope!”
Lift your eyes,
Open them to see,
The unlimited possibilities
Within and front of thee —
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC
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