Dreams

Whispers
Told her
To never
Let go of
The dreams
That keep her
Alive in this
Hopeless world
But the whispers
Failed to understand
The dreams she dreamed
Were not tools of
Survival, but a way
To hold on to, not
Life, but memories
Of better days
When the cold
That settled in
Her palms were
Chased away by
The warmth of
His loving touch