A hole does not grow bigger
Than the heart
Which is its home;
/
A knife does not cut deeper
Than the flesh
Which clings to bones;
/
Time cannot steal the beauty
Of a face,
Whose light won’t age;
/
And fire cannot burn
The story
If burns the page;
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Thus, I will not be broken,
While I breathe,
Beyond repair
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And with my hands and thoughts
I’ll reach for hope
Beyond despair
Beautiful! Good to know even misfortunes have their limits. ❤
Thank you for your kind comment! We set those limits in our mind, I believe, and oftentimes just smiling in spite of everything, helps :)!
Love the sense of control given to those undergoing misfortune…that hope still lives.
I think, hope lives exactly as long as we do, down to the last second. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it makes the pain worse, but it never really leaves the heart, and that is reassuring!
Thank you for reading and much love from ‘my’ side of the world!
65’s health issues really are beyond repair.
Noooo! A little bit of wear and tear does occur, of course, but as long as your fantastic talent and sense of humor are intact, no damage will break you!