For a long time,
hope was a four-letter word
not uttered in company
polite or otherwise
...worry was easier
...desperation brought calm
until i realized hope was hidden
behind the worry
behind the storm
afraid of me,
of being crushed
beneath my unfeeling nihilism.
i made room in my chest
(or maybe deep in my stomach,
where a hollow pit yearned to be filled)
let worry stand to one side and watch
as i allowed myself an attempt …. at hope
hope took my energy
hope took my effort
hope took my endurance
and in exchange:
hope gave way to peace.
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HOPE
the mist made the
sunrise more colorful
covered your skin in
golden shades of orange
the wind made the
sun’s burn more tolerable
cooled your skin with
its impersonal touch
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