Hopes (Photo credit: matley0)
For me
Hope has always been
The thing you have
When you already know
Deep inside
That something won’t happen
It is the defiant
Small, calling card
That tries to deny
What is already seen
In so doing
It withers more
And more rapidly
Once truth emerges
For me hope is the reaction
I cannot control
That fills me with dread
But somehow
Still survives
My terrible prescience
I hate hope
In a way
But I never, ever
Shun it
For one bright day
I may yet prove
To be wrong
Oh how I hope
For that day…..
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Hope can be one of the biggest passions and motivations. Well written!
Thank you so much! š
Ahhh this one caused such a deep nostalgia feeling within. Definitely tugged at my heart strings, which I’m thankful that they can still be tugged. š
Thank you, so appreciated my friend! š
Very well said – exactly what I would like to say! Lets hope that hope doesn’t stay hopeless!!! š
Thank you, yes, hope is one thing, hopelessness another yet again!! š
a jewel.
Thank you so much! š