Driveway

Far from home, we ponder ourselves
and before we ask for help
no one's within reach.
Every morning serves us equally
with love and pain internally
and before we burst our lungs,
hoping the day will hear our cries
we smile first and reach the heavens
where our tears fall back as rains.

Ally Fred
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