A small hope

   I go out to release and still words
echo deep inside me of how
I stand so tall because I need
to show it.

   Still I do cry. My eyes shed
so many tears as I sit in my car.
Just need a chance to let go.

   My walks took me through
a talk, a pep rally to encourage
me.

   Then I see things, places that
just make me run over. I laugh
and hope that someday wash
away that empty memory.

   My mind pushes away. Yes
I do have my moments. Now
I am clear. Lift my eyes, wipe
away the running mascara.

   Pick up and go. Be self and
shine just as Jehovah intended.

   My face whispers a small
hope.