Hope, the word of relief, freedom, innocence
Helps overcome all challenges and darkness
A beacon in the night, a guiding light
That leads us through life's plodding flight

With every breath, it whispers low
"Cope with life, and let your spirit glow"
Hope is the anchor that holds us fast
A symbol of resilience that forever lasts

after all
disappointment and a cold day
a bowl of soup

I want long hair again;
Fingers kissing my skin as they thread through waves.
I want long hair again;
Pretend I'm a mermaid under the showerhead.
I want long hair again;
Twist and tie, in different styles, a new me every day.
I want long hair again;
Use them as curtains, a shelter from thieving eyes.

I want long hair again;
But here I stand, once again,
At my scissors' mercy.
Chasing that sweet relief—
From the weight around my neck.
They say hair holds memories—
I need my mind empty.

Feels like fear.

Depression
Is my peace.

Laughter
Helps me see.

Isolation
Is my relief.

All I want is a bridge to the clouds
so I could climb up, high and away,
to loose myself from gravity’s bounds
and float above humanity’s frays.

Let my mind be a kite to catch the wind
and pull me up to the light above,
freed from the weight that kept me pinned
instead of gliding like a carefree dove.