Sunday by Edward Hopper |
Hang on buddy,
there’s a new dream coming
although Sunday is heavy
as a rooted stone.
I know that your strength
is tired of being strength,
but try to hold
on through the thick hours.
I know how much you’ve lost
and not complained,
beaten by what should have
pulled you through. You're
not defeated yet. How could
you be? The world can’t
match the colors of your
beautifully disastered heart.
-Brent Allard
Great poem and love 'beautifully disastered heart.' May need to steal it ;-)
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