Month: May 2016

Hoping for Hope

Hope

I was seventeen when I wrote my first poem “A Suicide Note”.  In that sad way that one leaves behind bits of themselves in the whirlwind of moving houses or cities, it got forgotten, not unfastened from my wardrobe door.  Like memories, possessions too get caught in the haze of transitions.

Still, I remember most of it exactly as it was first written-

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