Collapsed to his feet
gasping for breath,
aghast eyes
despaired, searching for life,
His strength defied him
Sanity blurred and hazed
limbs slacked and sore
bereaved and dismayed
While everything left him
charred him to some dusty ash
yet shimmering in the gray residues
was his dwindling hope
And that hope alone
instilled in him some magical verve
giving his miserable self
a resurrection that he deserved.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Hope arises from the ashes! Charred and scarred we yet live to experience a better day!
Wow! this piece really touched a nerve. This is exactly how I have felt for over 4 months. Your words truly touched me, and inspire me to keep moving forward. God Bless!
Thanks so much for your lovely words. I am so glad you could relate and happy you didn’t give on hope. Blessings and wishing you a fabulous 2019
Thanks for your lovely words and read
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Thanks so much Sonya 😊🌸
Hope is always what saves us..
Well penned.
Thanks so much, Graci. Appreciate your read always
My pleasure Shantanu.
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Hope 💓
Thanks so much for the read
Hope helps us live when everything is lost.
True my friend. Thanks for your read
My pleasure.
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Hope is all we live with,
True my friend. Thanks for your words