I try to hold on to hope, but unclenched
My hands are empty, bleary eyes
Gaze over a barren desert, my fingers reach out
To meet swirling emptiness and fall back, at a loss!
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It's tricky those waters flow to and from, but always welcomed when they come..
A very captivating write, Anita. Hope is not always easy to hold on to but, so very important. A 10. Best wishes Richard