Poetry

Hope

The empath sees beyond the faux facade of practice

The slightest touch reveals my broken body, my shredded soul, my irreparable heart

Yet, there’s peace in your smile, music in your laugh, a twinkle in your eye

Perhaps some hope can grow in the same place it once died

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