When

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…

by Marites Avisado-Responte

When life is not always a tale of good verses
We cringe in every turn, cry in every bump
We heap all grand stories, sift some, we want to forget
When the distance of our dreams obscures hope
We slip silently into a torrid current of despair.
Only a threadbare of strength is left..
Only a gasp of breath sustains us…
Only His rope of hope, we grasp upon.

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Photo by Jannice Olarte Geraldino

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