Hope
Hope. 🌼 Perhaps to hope is to stay open. When everything in me wants to close I stay open instead. When I ache with disappointment When the pain of wanting Feels like too much I stay open. Perhaps to hope is to keep breathing. When everything in me wants to die I breathe instead. When I don’t know how to live When it feels too frightening Inhale and exhale I keep breathing. Perhaps to hope is to feel. When everything in me wants to numb I feel instead. When grief or anger rage on When sadness enfolds me Tears or screams come I feel. Perhaps to hope is to reach out When everything in me wants to pull away I reach out instead. When I don’t know if you want me When I’m scared to be held close It’s easier alone I reach out. Perhaps to hope is to see. When everything in me wants to look away I see instead. When being blind feels safer When I’m accustomed to the darkness I allow the scales to fall I see. Perhaps to hope is to be seen. When everything in me wants to hide
