Grounded

Even tired eyes

And burdened shoulders

The ever-present worries

And the downward pull of health

Cannot take the light away from me.

No person, event, or condition

No barrage of unrest

No persistent attempt to derail

Could ever silence the hope in me.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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