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    Hoodies and Hope

    I remember being wrapped up In an over-sized hoodie Folding in on myself, As I ignored God’s quiet whisper To come home. Now here I am Staring at the hazy walls of the hospital As I wait for news. The sun is setting and The humidity is like a curtain. I’m trying to balance Who I was yesterday And the storms I now face. I trace the gold anchor Wrapped around my neck. Hope– That one word. I know I’ll make it through somehow. I know You’ll always love me Even when the hoodies are gone. I know You’ll never leave me Even when I run Down the hall, Looking…