Bright Light

I see you sitting alone over there
Holding on to hope with both hands
Feeling so tired from all the turmoil
not letting go, no you won’t let go

So broken; as you shed and bend,
growing and trying, always trying
now you awaken to the realisation
the old life was never a good fit for you

You know there is more out there for you
and there is much more for you inside too
never stop holding tightly to your hope
The world needs more of that right now

Stoic Poetry

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