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“Hope and fear cannot occupy the same space. Invite one to stay!”
― Maya Angelou

As heavy as raindrops
falling on dry ground,
I am drenched in the agony, that is all around,
waking the dead
from their silent abode,
mystical augurs
are being foretold…

As we stand on the brink
of a graceful reverie,
knowing at the summit
we will all believe!

In these times of turmoil,
as I awaken with dread,
my sorrow is poured out
and soaked through my bed.

But the angels are calling
asking me to be brave,
though times of suffering
come in constant waves

and I lay down my agenda
my need for control,
engraved is the heartbeat
of light-filled souls!

With weariness all around me
I have prayed for strength,
a revival of kindness
and the awareness of breath!

I’m hidden in my quarters, watching from the sides,
and I sense there are forces
that will bring faith to life.

I’ve surrendered expectation,
I’ve relinquished doubt
now I’m watering my hopes
to bring an end to this drought!




I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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