Keep Fighting Black

Keep Fighting Black

©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

When trouble steals the blood that flows

beneath my rosy cheek––

when ashes gather round my eyes

and lips refuse to speak––

I let the sorrow carry me

on silvered wings––so high

that even in the darkness

I return as butterfly.

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Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all the darkness.
–Desmond Tutu

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