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​Hopelessness sears my heart 

Despair descends on me like a swarm of locust on a green field 

Eating away all that has grown over the years

I stare in awe and cannot recognise myself

The enemy has seemingly gained territory

Talk of your efficacy at my rescue frightens me

I am but a bruised reed eaten away by despair and hopelessness

Through out all the drama there’s one thing I try to convince myself about-“a bruised reed you will not break; a bruised reed you will not reject. ”

Esther Afoley Laryea, 5/12/15

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