There is a certain

kind of hope

that comes from death.

Flatlining momentarily

opened my eyes,

now I appreciate life.

In that bittersweet moment

there was a butterfly

painted a beautiful yellow.

I ran barefoot across

the greenest grass

sunlight warming my soul.

With an abrupt shock

I was awakened

in spirit and in body.

Poet. Optimist. Writing to recover.

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Ashley Lorraine Bridges

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Poet. Optimist. Writing to recover.

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