HOPE The feeling of hopelessness cuts me like a thousand knives. This has been one of a thousand times. I sit and wonder what life could be. If I could just be calm like the sea. Here I am drowning with my sorrow. No longer caring about tomorrow. But then here you are giving me hope. In a dark hole I see you throw down a rope. You call my name and say to me. “Please come back to the surface and be free.” I watch as you hold on the rope steady as can be. Now I know how wonderful life can be. There is nothing I can’t accomplish. There is nothing that can push me down. I no longer want to frown. Your comfort feels me with glee. Thank you for being there for me. Christopher Flores
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