This week Sue Vincent of Daily Echo has set us a beautiful photo prompt entitled Wisp.
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WISP

Looking back I should of realized that it was just the tinyest wisp of hope. Even as I saw it, it was disappearing.
Elusive it was snatched from me just when I thought I could grasp it. Broken like the eggshells I tread it cuts my soul.
What is the point of going on it is broken, it is gone why suffer more pain. No point to cling on for grim death, it is only a wisp. Even as I write, like the angel faces I see in the wispy clouds above, the wisp of hope dissapates.
Gone, from me, from the blue above. I stand empty handed, empty heart yet one thing is full, my eyes , full of tears.
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