Hope
POEM
Rebecca Norr-Hartman
1/13/20221 min read


GRIEF WASHES OVER MY SOUL
PULLING ME DOWN INTO A BLACK, HOPELESS HOLE
WHERE IT SWALLOWS ME UP, UNBALANCES MY HEART
TAKES ME TO PLACES THAT TEAR ME APART
BUT THIS IS A CHOICE
DISPAIR OR TRUST?
WHERE WILL LIFE GO, IT’S REALLY UP TO US
LET IT UNFOLD AS ITS MEANT TO BE
OR CONTROL IT, DIRECT IT AND STRUGGLE TO BE ME
LET GO OF FEARS, OF WORRY, OF SHAME
RECOGNIZE YOUR LOSSES
THEN RELEASE THEM INTO THE FLAME
ALLOW YOUR HEART TO SING LIKE A BIRD
GREET EACH DAY AND LET YOUR SOUL BE HEARD
Hope
Traditional Mayan Fire Burning Ceremony, Lake Atitlan Guatemala
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