Gift of hope

Day 2: Gift. Acrostic. Simile.

In high hopes I dive,

Not wondering why

Security sails away from my

Eyes, thick wishes are

Carresing a thought, I’m

Unusually lost and

Regretting the past,

Ever wanting to last.

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