Charlotte Heathcote
- Apr 22, 2020
- 1 min read

Hope

This is just a short mid-week poem from me.

There is still beauty in life

I'm sure of it

The trees begin to blossom

signifying a change of season

I can't quite feel the warmth

of life again yet

but there are seeds of hope growing

inside of my body

with the tears I shed hoping to nourish me

so that flowers can bloom again

some day

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