Still I Cling to Hope
Cold nights remind me of the Lonely roads ahead. Future uncertain Dreams, all but shattered, In shards of what’s Left of my heart.
My heart. Beaten senseless Against the jagged stones Along the shoreline Withered down to nothing Torn out still beating Despised and bleeding Discarded Like every time before
Still, I crawl on hands and knees Picking up all the pieces One day, to give it reason Overcome every treason Rise above believing To find the being willing Take it in their hands Wipe the bits of sands Trade it with their own Make it feel at home Forever end the pain Live our lives, again.
-H. Murcia 3/3/2017 9:14PM












