It's A Fine Line

It’s a fine line between hope and despair. A very fine line. Finer than a hair’s breadth, as intangible as a whisper, as elusive as a breeze.

It doesn’t take much to tip the balance. A kind gesture, a gentle caress, a sympathetic tear, a loving word, a tender mercy…a kiss…can nudge the soul towards hope. And in the absence of same? The abyss.

It’s a fine line…and it doesn’t take much either way.

It’s a raw, gray day today. I sit here alone…crying.

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