hope reached out

despair stood at the edge of a cliff
looked down at the past
weeping for things that should have been
anger rising toward moments
that would never come
and wondered if it would be better
to make the jump

just then, hope reached out
a soft tap on the shoulder
low and comforting whisper
like warm breeze wiping tears away
a request to open up all senses,
take in the beautiful view
feel the second wind
and begin again


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