poetry

Foolish

Is it foolish to think a series of small moments can redeem the life ravaged by catastrophe

is it foolish to think a daily good thought can change the way you view the world

is it foolish to think that a new memory can edge out the pain of the past

is it foolish to think that new friends can erase past betrayals 

is it foolish to think a place exists where hope lives on

or is the true foolishness to stop reaching out

to the hands that are outstretched

and reside in the comfort

of the darkness

we know

alone

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