“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi
Sad to think hope is but a word. But for some, that is what it becomes (has become). I didn't like this at first, to be honest. But the more I ponder "Hope is but a word" ... well, it is disturbing. As it should be. Nice write.
That is a sad piece. Without hope we are nothing. Thanks for playing along with the Sunday 160.
ReplyDeleteYou have in tears,hope is all I am banking on right now..
ReplyDeleteWonderfully sad. This is a great 160.
ReplyDeleteThanks all.
ReplyDeleteSad to think hope is but a word. But for some, that is what it becomes (has become). I didn't like this at first, to be honest. But the more I ponder "Hope is but a word" ... well, it is disturbing. As it should be. Nice write.
ReplyDeleteOh that's quite appalling... where then is hope?
ReplyDeletesad, powerful words.
ReplyDeleteHappy Thursday.