blog, Pat Aitcheson writes, poetryOnly Hope 26th May 201924th May 2019 pataitcheson22 Photo by Natalie Grainger on Unsplash when you fall a thousand times weeping blood tears when love lies bitter on your tongue and fear storms every barricade when you are once more alone abandoned lost only hope will bind your wounds and whisper I am still here take my hand, rise again. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading... Published by pataitcheson22 When not working, I'm probably writing, gardening, travelling, taking photos, reading, or going to concerts. I write poetry and fiction. I write about the world. And I leave some of my words here. View all posts by pataitcheson22
