This Hope

I once had this hope

that maybe my poems

would speak all the words

that I knew I could not;

That the right choice of words

and the right amount of something

that I did not have would be enough

when I knew that I was not;

That maybe the emotions

that I’m constantly holding back

would be felt in my writing

that I knew I could not share.

but I know they are not.

I still have this hope

that maybe someday they will

if  I would only share those poems

with the rest of the world

and not keep them to myself…

yet I know I will not.

 

 

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The Sun

 

The sun is shining,

No brighter than usual.

It’s just its normal self,

Doing what it always does,

But it’s efforts are useless.

The sky is covered

By thick grey clouds,

So no light can get through.

But just because

I cannot see it

Does not mean that

It isn’t there.

I just can’t feel it.

It’s just like hope.

It’s trying to

Make it’s way to me.

But it doesn’t matter

How hard it tries.

It won’t break through

My thick barrier.