Broken heart and broken dreams.
I feel the last bit of hope slipping through my fingerings.
Once hope was so strong. Now I long for it.
Dreams of the past fading fast.
Searching for other ways to keep them alive.
The path of life has turned from light to dark
In the blink of an eye.
This is the darkest hours
My dreams have soured.
Searching for a last spark of hope,
In a river of darkness.
I will not roll over and die.
I will try.
But with each passing day
I fear my hope is fading away.
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Brenda Marie Fluharty is a freelance writer, blogger, poet and author. Brenda is a Reiki Grand Master. She has studied several Spiritual practices. Brenda has a Master’s Degree in Metaphysical Science from the University of Metaphysics. A few years back she decided it was time to share her knowledge, wisdom, and life experiences. She has been blogging for over 15 years. Brenda specializes in writing poetry, short stories, writing tips, and product reviews. Because of her spiritual background, she writes articles on spiritual healing, spiritual philosophy, dream interpretations, anything in the metaphysical field, and health and wellness essays and articles. She is the author of Writing Through the Soul.
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