Hope | Part 1

I wrote this while watching Dickinson season 3. When I watched season 1 and 2, I was going through what might be a block. While I enjoyed the poems, I didn't create any. But this season, my words are back so this came out.

Take a look.

It's like love The slender fingers of lovers Entwined in peace and passion Words unspoken yet understood Feelings always on the surface

It's also exhausting Like having little children Feeding them, clothing them Or waiting for a new born to come Wishing it happens the day you want

I'd stick with birds and love Maybe a little nature and quiet The steps are easier that way More accepting and brighter Almost like a perfect world.

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