07 May

Alone on the island, I stand, 

the danger of collapsing

into weakness.

My shoulder can no longer carry, 

the hunger for spiritual support 

that keeps me fighting leaves me.

What’s left, what’s left, 

a feather like hope 

remains as a gift.

Oh my! The feather grows wild, 

hope turns to realization, 

what seems impossible Bang! 

There it is!

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