In Reach


Hope,  the love of my life

Blinding me, watching me

Waiting for me to fall so it can pick me up

Like a mother eagle taking her young 

She can only have one

Unlike the bird, She cannot and will not die

She was here from the beginning

Opening my eyes to something more

We are blobs that she attaches to

Black is a color that hope cannot see

She is unbreakable

So are we





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