#115

And they kept on,
believing that one day
they will be saved,
hoping that one sleepless night
they will awake to a better day.

They held on,
in desperation,
praying,
trying,
bravely calling out for help,
listening for a sign,
waiting for that moment—
or whatever it is.

They have died already,
over a million times over,
awaiting,
killing their own honor,
stripping themselves of their face,
losing sight of what they were worth—

as they held on to faith;
as they kept believing in hope;
as they are—

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