Hope is a thing that floats
Jul 29, 2017 · 1 min read

In the recesses of your mind
Asking and sometimes begging
To be let in. It is a toxin
As poisonous as a viper.
It is a salve as healing as the purest aloe.
Hope diminishes over time.
It fades as we forget to remember
That there is something better
Or exciting or healing just
Waiting around the next turn.
It’s hard to hope when it seems
Pointless
To do so.
It’s important to hope when it seems
Pointless
To do so.
Hope is weaker than it’s bigger brother,
Fear. But it is more manipulative.
However, hope sustains. It pushes
Us forward. It whispers in our ears,
“One day…”
“Soon…”
“Keep going.”
(I wrote this poem last June after Deanna and I had a scare while pregnant with Miles. Just re-read it today.)
