What Hope Tastes Like

prompt from: @whenthebeestings on Instagram


tea in morning light

fresh food in the breeze

the risen bread after a collapsed loaf

sunsets’ shutting eye on seas


water after a 

long parched rest

home base knowing eyes

that know you best


the first meal

when illness has retreated

a firm cradling hug

when all other comforts 

have been depleted


~rachel burger

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