Fragile Hope

Updated: May 25, 2023

What makes a person bring home and keep

the dying plants, the abandoned stuffed animals,

the mug that's been dropped and glued back together a dozen times?

I don't know, I lied and happened to glance at the mirror on the wall.

Every crack and flaw stared back at me with fragile hope.

One day it might be my turn.

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