Poetry

Hope

written by: gilligan3

I'm so sorry
It's unexcusable what I've done
And your not the only one I've wronged
Your not the only one I've hurt

Everyone's been saying "wake up"
They said "do something, anything at all
Or into depressions arms forever you might fall"
But I was too busy with absolutely nothing
And what do you know they were right

I just woke up
But now it's too late
And I've become so comatose that even rising is strenuous
Laziness has captured me in his wicked grip and he's never letting go

However there's always my friends to bail me out
But even they're long gone now on their own chosen ways
And i'm left cying, homeless and alone
So pitiful in this street waiting for a car to come

Depression has me in her hopeless throws
And Death her mistress seems oh so much more inviting than this pointless existence, so rude and never ending in all it's pain
Maybe this is how I go out in sweet silence and endless calm peacefulness

But I drag my self up once again to do what little it is I have planned
In Hope's brilliant red whisper have I heard just that spark I need
The small fire she starts spreads and in her arms suddenly I'm alive
All Death's temptress held in me is eradicated forever as a light springs forth in my soul anew
As Hope reaches for my hand with renewed vigour she smiles

Now all I am is transformed and she is all I want to hold
Hope is my heart and in her I find all that was amiss
Depression's sadness is melted and Laziness loses his firm grip
He cries once more to me as he has in the past but I'm deaf to his incessant moans

Hope cradles me to her bossom and shushes the despondent Laziness
Mothering me still she presents to me her own maiden priestess who smiles as well in her own loving mannner
Both laugh as I stumble with my first few unsure steps in this newfound unknown light
And Hope catches me as I teeter, pushing me forward to meet with ecstacy and unknown glee the loving, liberating Life