✵ Poetry│Lonely

For those who struggle.

a room full of people,
a head full of thoughts,
a past full of memories,
a heart full of doubt.

dark nights and cold tears,
fading hope, fading hope.
but always she rises,
again and again.

with a dream that someday,
someday,
things will be
okay.

Originally from @KBuxtonBooks‘s #mondayfic on Twitter. It’s a challenge to write a Tweet-long piece of prose or poetry answering the week’s prompt. You can see my post here.

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