There’s such a raw feeling to this piece. River takes on a heavy subject and delivers its message so eloquently. It will leave you feeling heavy.
We don’t have boulevards to forget
Our dreams lie broken on dirty streets
Nicotine stained fingers prod for meaning
Calloused hands wring out the last
Drops of chance we believed were waiting
Don’t tell me about hope and the possibility
Of what may come
I see it, smell it all around me, the hope
It stares me in the face, around every corner
Hangs from light posts and street signs
Flows through the gutters like paper boats
Made from yesterday’s news
It’s been dropped, thrown, torn to pieces
Left, to drift on the wind
It’s stepped over, walked through, trampled on
Trapped in a cycle of rot and growth
Yes, there’s hope, it’s all around us
But how many are too tired to stop and pick it up
Too weak to carry it, along with everything else
That fills their arms, lives on their backs
Sometimes, we manage to tuck…
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Thank you Susi for sharing this excellent poem by River Dixon. A powerful message/reminder that hope exists and is all around us💖
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My pleasure, Suzette! ❤
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