I live in the realm of hopes and dreams
where life is more than what it seems
where kindness fills the emptiness;
where givers give with open hearts
and expectations don’t exist.
Where the broken and the scarred
are not dismissed as too much risk.
Where strength and fortitude are honed
and sculpted out of dirt and clay...
and man does not exist alone.
A broken vessel on display
holds so more than what is seen,
and who are we to wipe away
existence of another’s dream?
© Ginny Brannan 2024
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