An ode to ‘hope’
Let down, is what I feel
When you do not keep
The promises you make.
The betrayal seems to pierce my soul
Like a knife primed for the kill.
Those empty words have the power
To fill my imagination with hope
But as I know, time and again-
Just words they remain
The action never seems to follow through
And yet, every time I hear those words
Hope begins to peek over the edge of darkness
But ends with falling back where it first began.
Tears roll down
And yet I survive
I marvel at my own resilience
How aft the dark night
I can face the dawn anew
And put on yet another mask of hope.
Back to the game I go
In preparation, yet again, face my woe.
When will my happy ending come
I wonder-
Why do I put on a brave face?
Is this called love?
No, I beg to differ
Love cannot be so shallow
so, what’s missing?
Maybe I expect too much
Maybe it’s just me
Maybe I’m doomed to live with my dreams
Never to see the deeds, just live with unending hope.
-Christabelle
