ongoing

Like a muscle gripped

against old pain

and softened,

discovering quiet after assault

 

like a candle snuffed out

by velvet night breezes

so darkness can dance

in a spangled cloak

 

like a spring-fed lake

whose only exit

is evaporation

ongoing

 

the opposite of hope

is not despair.

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