Hope

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May 2002 Poetry

I'm tired.

I'm depressed.

Sees like my life,

is one huge mess.

~

At times I feel,

like I can't go on,

and I cry all night,

until the dawn.

~

But the hope I do have,

is you, my one true love.

Like the olive branch Noah received,

from the beautiful soaring dove.

~

Hope is such a little word,

but to me it means so much more.

You're all the hope I'll ever need,

and you're what I'm living for.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 5-30-02.

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