Paper Cuts

Slivers and Hidden Wounds
By: the iHope Poet

I had you in my hands, with my fingers tightly gripping yours.
Didn't realize, when you slipped, how fast the blood would start to pour.

I've seen strength dissolve to tears, and trust turn into fear and doubt.
Sticks and stones can break my soul, and slivers sometimes don't come out.

So suddenly I lost my grip - I lost the hope I used to hold,
that the plans I made were meant to be. I dropped the rope I used to pull.

Then, when you let me let you go, without so much as a passing care,
I never thought the hidden wound would sting with such enflamed despair.

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Along the Way

Dust and Pebbles

By: the iHope Poet

Take this pebble from your shoe,

Place it far away from you;

The dust you gather on the road

Can trip you with your heavy load.

Don't let fears and tedious cares

Make the journey worse for wear..

Choose to drop those hopeless dreams

that always drag you to your knees.

When you're down, please, look above, 

Smile, and know that you are loved. 

And, as a final rule of thumb, 

Don't forget how far you've come! 

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