How do I find the words to show what’s in my heart,

     When the fragments are suspended in the air?

          Grasping for air,

               for thoughts,

                    for strength…

Submerged in pain, but surrounded by hope:

     Hope for you,

          for them,

               for me,

                    for us.

I won’t give up.

     Not on you,

          Not on them,

               Not on me,

                    Not on us.


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