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Hope

A Poem

By Nathan HeardPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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It springs from the ashes

of a devastating fire

and yet I cling

to the chance

that the pain,

the charred ground,

the wasteland,

can somehow provide

the ground, the foundation,

the nutrients

that the soil needs.

And that sometime,

however small and frail,

the little green sprig can grow.

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This poem is the last in a collection of four. “Sea Glass” and “Salt Water” are also installments in this collection that are available on this site. If you liked this poem, please check out more at my website nathanheardwords.com! You can also find me on Facebook @HeardWords, Twitter @N8HeardWords, and Pinterest @HeardWords.

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About the Creator

Nathan Heard

I'm 20 years old, working on my sixth novel and publishing poetry and short stories in the meantime! nathanheardwords.com

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