Today was a day where I needed a reminder to hold on to hope. Explosions at the Boston Marathon. How does one even begin to process that? How do you even contemplate how that could be a target? So, I changed up the more friviolous spine poem I had in the queue and went for an old one from last year, and a new one I'd done on a whim. Both are about holding on to hope. Sometimes, that's all you can do.