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A Lethal Absence of Hope
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Early 20s I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost hope.
Not hope about anything in particular,
Just hope for something:
Hope for happiness
For sunny and rainy days
Hope for good days
For catharsis and love
Hope for anything and everything.
Hope is what drives me through every moment
That is anything less than perfect and amazing:
The strong deep seeded desire for my life
To be rich and full to the greatest extent.
Of course I’ve had moments where I’ve struggled;
Pieces of lost hope float away from me,
Like the fluffy white seed heads of a dandelion.
As a powerful wind kicks up and whirls around,
Trying to leave this weed flower bare and empty,
Standing alone and naked in the sidewalk cracks.
But as long as one small soft delicate piece clings;
One tiny insignificant piece of hope,
Then I can still move with the ebb and flow of life.
I can maneuver in and out of the highs and lows:
Times when hope is scarcely visible…
And times when hope is plentifully abundant…
I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost hope.
A lack of hope can be fatal…
I need to hold fast to the dreams that I have,
Believe that somewhere in life,
The fantasies in my head are attainable and possible.
So let me dream my dreams…
Let me live in my fantasy world…
Just let me have hope for the sake of hope…
