Hope finds me
Like a lurking child
fingers wiggle under the door crack
Shards of light break through
Hope finds me
A glimmer of sunlight
Reflecting off a droplet of dew
It makes home in my heart
Whether I like it it not
-Saschia
It Finds Me
Posted byJaynePosted inPoetryTags:art, creative writing, free verse, hope, Jayne.press, poem, prose, writing
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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