the smallest / bit of twisted hope …

the smallest
bit of twisted hope
comes softly
snaking through
the windblown grass of summer
and reaching autumn

there she stands
unafraid of life
but worried
she might want
more than life can give and less
than her best options

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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