Tiny quiverings, cold
hands a realization
I ‘m not my best.
May be we don’t belong
here but there remains
a thin strand of humanity,
a hope small but a hope.
Hope
Tiny quiverings, cold
hands a realization
I ‘m not my best.
May be we don’t belong
here but there remains
a thin strand of humanity,
a hope small but a hope.
Sometimes a little hope is all we have at times.
Very true, surviving on hope…😐
The last line pushes us along. Lovely. 🙂
True that, it’s the humanity that pushes us all along 🌹