Saturday, May 16, 2009

Hope Falls

It is amazing what you find

When you look at the inner soul,

As you are broken and hopeless.

The strong facade of your existence

Worn and weak, worthless, perhaps,

As you struggle to steady the lie that you are all right.

You smile an empty grin, fearful that those around you

May notice the thread of your control over giving up

Is near breaking.

And that thread, stretching every thinner,

Is balanced between the hope you can survive another day,

And the acceptance that it just may not be worth it.

Because yesterday was not as bad as today,

Tomorrow is destined to be worse.

And how, knowing the worst is yet to come,

Do you long to see the light of morning?

The darkness has become a good friend,

Comfortable, and welcoming.

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