Hope
by Michelle (Hudson) Richards aka Naila Moon
copyright Jan. 3, 2019
I sit upon my hands
Entrenched with anger.
I look out onto the sea
With a hope of a new future.
The waves wash over me
Like a newborn removed
From its mother.
I feel a calmness
Invade my innermost thoughts
And I am now free.
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