The

Poetry

I was alone, with that feeling in my stomach like playing hide-and-seek and you are the one hiding, wondering how close someone else is. Then the sun went down, I think it was just as alone           and even more afraid, because it reflected the colors I felt, then swam beneath the ocean, as I pulled the blankets over my eyes. I realized, that's where hope begins and ends, on that horizon burning like a kaleidoscope.

I am made of hope you know. I can hear it echoing in me, I can hear it, listen... It's screaming the same cry, singing the same song, not as loud, but just as hopeless. The memories of yesterday, so vivid and lively, so pure that reality has trouble keeping pace. But still, I hope tomorrow is even better.

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