Poetry

To Hope (in homage to Emily Bishop)

Bookish Lara

Hope is not a thing with feathers

It is a thing with scales

That slips and slides through all your brain

And never stops or fails












And clearest – in the murky depths





And cruel must be the brute





That could squash this little fish





That no one could pollute
















I’ve felt it in my darkest void





It slides around my heart





And all is ever says to me 





Is “You Won’t Fall Apart”.





        
    
			

			
					


			
		
	




	



		

		
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