my emotions, ever present;
continue,
some linger creating a smile
others invite weakness,
which in time fades, as I press
further into the day.
the hope is still there, the daydreaming;
visions of what could be, dancing before me.
Although out of reach,
there’s knowledge love belongs to many,
and I’m grateful to have witnessed.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
A baeutiful poem!
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Always have hope, Audrey.
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Wouldn’t dream of anything else, John.
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Hang onto that hope, my friend!!
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Beautifully written, Audrey, but I don’t believe “weakness” is felt, rather melancholy. And if tears find their freedom, let them fall. Let the release provide cleansing. Hugs!
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Thank you for your input, Lauren. Interesting, the melancholy part. I agree, but weakness should be felt and processed if we are going to grow and identify changes. Hugs right back!
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Good point on weakness, Audrey. The negative aspect transforms into growth. Have a great weekend! 💗💗
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You, as well ♡
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Hope is a powerful thing.
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Hope must be at the forefront, my friend. We’d be sunk without it.
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❤️
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Audrey, you seem like you are mourning what might have been but I think it still might be true. Love will belong to you.
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A what might have been, for sure. I wished with all my might and tried. My world is open to love and belonging. Shari, I am happy to hear from you. Praying you are well. ♡
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