Wednesday, July 14, 2021

The Problem With Hope

 If I could sum up my life,

It felt like whispering secrets into a forgetful wind,


Sending up my hopes and dreams,


Watching the leaves play telephone,


Until they come back down for me,


Fragments and half-wishes,


Sadness wrapped up to look like poetry and parties,


Heart swelling to shatter at my feet,


Songs that almost sound like home,


A book that had you going right until the last chapter,


Until the wind dies down,


Leaving me to clean up it’s almost perfect mess. 

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