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BREATHS OF HOPE

BREATHS OF HOPE

The worst torture
is being buried alive

How does one survive
when the heart is crammed
in such a tight space of
darkness

When suffering is the only
food as the heart feeds
and sips on breaths
of hope

Words about survival
wherever we are
in the deep pit

Breaking our nails
is a small pain
to climb to the light

© she
June 1, 2017

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