Hope... I Hope Jane Elliott As water runs down a window I contemplate myself and my place. In my own skin I feel safe. In my presence I feel comforted. In my life and my world My heart and soul ache. Try as I might I am electric blue in a sea Of insipid yellow. I am the sound of shattering glass On a porcelain tiled floor. I walk out side and turn my face To the cloud filled sky and I feel joy. I breath in to calm my weary heart. I let the rain fall on me... I try to let go of the constant misunderstandings, Constant misinterpretations. And in a whispered cry ask, Will it always be this way. My reply was the joyful sound of the rain As it mingled with and hid my tears And I am left with hope. I hope.

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