Love Poem: Grip To Hope
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Written by: Eve Roper

Grip To Hope

A desire of truth only his pleasant warmth can provide comfort. As I age tears and disquiet are my reward. I'm saddened by reality. I, an old brittle woman has lost sketched from memory, crystal sparks adoring our life all replaced with winter's sleep and loneliness. For I am weak, searching, reaching for what is, really is. Drowning, struggling through the chilly winds with aching darkness. Day after dark day, my home, a sealed coffin; in a bitter resentment detestable world. Crazed, I gaze out at verge of night at the gnarled sky and beyond and grip to hope unwilling to let go. 1/13/2020
Aching