a whisper of hope flutters in the rising dawn,
like a fragile bird taking flight.
“she’s better! she’s better!”
and I cling to the promise,
letting it carry me away.
they say,
yet beneath the surface,
doubt coils like serpentine,
waiting for the moment to sink its teeth,
as anticipation teeters on the edge,
swaying between joy and despair.
written by Zoe
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