Hope
Homelessness a continual
reminder plays like a
movie reel mocking
her previous splendor
rancid bitterness coats
mouth, seeps into soul
hears wind's lament
reaching every corner
mourning her sword, yet
hope a brief flicker when
realizes she still breathes.
Psalm 37:16: "Better is a little that the righteous person has than the abundance of many wicked."
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