8.19.2010

There's Always Hope

Desolation
surrounds me
pounds into my eyes
upon my heart
this used to be beautiful
so beautiful
Where are the flowers?
dead.
Where is the sun?
dark.
Where are the people?
gone.
they used to be beautiful
so beautiful
this was my home--
no,
my home was here.
this could never be home--
no more
nothing.
yet
look there!
a child is standing amidst the rubble
tiny skirt lifting up
in the hot wind
and she holds
a heart in her hand
Life.
Hope.
this can be beautiful
so beautiful
again.

-Del
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