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In the midnight of my soul,
in yet another darkest hour,
head in my hands,
heart straining against the cold,
I strike hope against
the rough surface of my life,
like a match, trying
to spark the flame,
to kindle once again,
the Light that bends down heaven
and tramples darkness underfoot.
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Randy Baker
Poet, author, essayist.
Comments (3)
This is great. I particularly like the last two lines.
We all have hope within us, and it's what makes us push through every single day. Good work!
Oooo, this was extremely powerful! Well done!