I held onto
Hope
Even when my hands went numb,
Even when I had nothing left,
Even as I fell
Down
Down
Down
Until I crashed into the ground.
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PoetryIt is not about the destination. It is about the journey. #26 in poetry (Apr 8th 2016) Photo belongs to its rightful owner.
Hope
I held onto
Hope
Even when my hands went numb,
Even when I had nothing left,
Even as I fell
Down
Down
Down
Until I crashed into the ground.
