blog, Pat Aitcheson writes, poetry

Only Hope

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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

only hope will bind your wounds
and whisper
I am still here 

take my hand,
rise again.

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