Others celebrate
the promise of a blank slate.
I watch from afar.
So am I jealous?
I most definitely am.
I want to party.
As I yearn to grasp
hope’s seductive promises,
**** On Life's Journey
Research shows that, “in all cultures, the conviction that one’s predicament is hopeless may cause or hasten disintegration and death.” [Jerome and Julia Frank, Persuasion and Healing] The tools available to me to fight this disease are limited. Could it be that keeping hope alive is the strongest weapon in my arsenal?
2 comments:
The blank slate has you writing again.
That is good news.
I've missed your poems.
Personally, I preferred the original line regarding a body part!!!
Hilda, as I slowly emerge from my fog, poetry has once again begun to appear for me. Thank you for being a supportive reader.
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