She’s a beautiful thing.
Hope.
She moves mountains
and builds bridges.

Picks me back up again
when I’ve tripped
over my own two feet.
She brushes the dirt

off my face.
Hope is there for me
when everyone else disappears.
She brings me nourishment

and is the only light
in a dark sea
full of empty promises
and regret.

My Secret Girlfriend

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