This poem is dedicated to @YouAreHOPE, a steemit community and a worldwide humanitarian aid organization powered by steem and founded by @SirCork. It's also my submission to the Writer's Block Poetry contest by 
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With stars aligned in wretched ways, it’s hard to cope;
A glass of water can dry a toddler’s tears;
In wells of anguish and despair, lower a rope.
A fire in cool caverns you can light, and stoke;
The silence after shivers stop, it’s all the vagrant hears;
With stars aligned in wretched ways, it’s hard to cope.
Sometimes life’s meaning is a bar of soap;
A healthy infant’s cry will soothe her mother’s ears;
In wells of anguish and despair, lower a rope.
There is a dignity in humble fates, willing to hope;
Your deeds could put away a father’s fears;
With stars aligned in wretched ways, it’s hard to cope.
A shelter carved into a hillside slope
giggles with smiles behind the muddy smears;
With stars aligned in wretched ways, it’s hard to cope;
In wells of anguish and despair, lower a rope.
(© C.S.Begu. All Rights Reserved)
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