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It's called Hope
April 18, 2010
It’s hard. So hard.
You want to hide under a rock and never come out.
You want to stare at a wall and never look up.
But you can’t.
You have to keep going.
For yourself.
For everyone.
It’s a thing called Hope.
It’s a thing called Love.
You want to end everything, and just let go.
You want to lose yourself in nothingness.
But you can’t.
You have to keep going.
For yourself.
For everyone.
It’s a thing called Hope.
It’s a thing called Love.
© Anonymous
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MustangWriter1813 PLATINUM said...
on Jun. 5 2010 at 10:37 am
Amazing! I lost my grandpa to =(... We were very close and I can relate to this.
When I read this poem, you wonder whether it’s from my point of view or my grandpa's. When I was writing it I intentioned it to be from my point of view, but then I realized that it was about both of us. There was one thing, though, that doesn’t describe him in the poem: I said I had to keep going for everyone, as well as myself, but my grandpa only kept going for us.