The more she felt,
the more it hurt,
the more she cried,
the less she cared.
And that scared her most of all.
So, she looked for hope,
in every tear that fell.
There was something
in their tumbling,
that brought comfort,
for a while.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
The more she felt,
the more it hurt,
the more she cried,
the less she cared.
And that scared her most of all.
So, she looked for hope,
in every tear that fell.
There was something
in their tumbling,
that brought comfort,
for a while.
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