SilverDragon90

[This is not a love poem, it is a hope poem. Strange, this concept, hope. Stranger still this thing that is poetry. I feel it is worth abandoning my instinct to rhyme, my fear of sharing what I have found, and my shyness. I will gamble this, in hope that my smile is matched. I feel it is worth sharing, that it might reach someone and brighten their day, because that's what hope does. I hope that someone is you.] A Hope Poem, by Tomas Krystinik. I met someone at the finest closed coffee bar, who I barely know, and yet I see in her so many things familiar. She is brilliant. She shines, despite pains she has survived. She is healing. She is a