Hopes Of The Past
By Treesa Mariyam Varghese
Distressed, unarmed
My heart weighs upon every step.
Shadows of the past,
Moving forward.
I kept walking to see an end.
The end seems near, but
It's another turn.
A leap of faith
Seems too hard
For the peace within,
I need to get the pieces.
By Treesa Mariyam Varghese

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