Uncertainty.
The cancer that eats away at the
ropes that hold us together.
For shame, unspeakable thoughts
batter our already purple hearts
And tortured souls.

Belief.
The seeds that are watered by
Our hoping, dreaming hearts and
We tear and weep.
All the while we nurse our purple
Hearts and tortured souls.
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