Was is Hope

Scattered thoughts

in worry’s kettle

they boil, bubble

and test your mettle


Your day gets buried

by tomorrow

Deep distress

morphs into sorrow

Sorrow blooms

into despair

With eyes shut tight

you cut your hair

You live your days

in underwear

Stained coffee cups

are everywhere


The blinking light’s

unanswered calls

Just windows, ceiling,

and four walls

Kitchen trash

and rotting fruit

Dirty laundry

crumpled suit


Gripped by it

it sticks like tape

Thoughts are formed

and then take shape

and so, you plan

your great escape


Then . . .

The sun

Seeps through

the blinds one day

Her emergence

takes your breath away

You brush your teeth

You comb your hair

A welcome break

from your despair

You hope it lasts;

you pray it does

Then it dawns on you

That hope is “was”


Because . . .

“was” is change

always pending

A twisting road

unknown and bending

I was depressed

it went away

It stuck to me

but did not stay

It will return

of this I’m sure

Because was is was

it’s not a cure


Still,

keep “was” close

in your darkest hour

Because “was” is hope

and hope is power

1 Comment

  1. gsrbtn says:

    Reblogged this on bendingtheneedle and commented:

    This needed work. . .

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