"Where did my hope go?"
by JoshuaHarestad
Where did my hope go?
When did it leave my side?
Or is it still there?
Just silent in my brain.
Pills. Therapy. Write.
This is how I search for it.
Without it, I am lost.
In a dark forest with no light.
Breadcrumbs appear.
Writing is one.
So I follow the crumbs,
and see where they lead.
For now,
that means poetry.
I hesitate to say,
but I think it gives me hope.
So perhaps it is here,
quieted by my mind,
and I can find a way to make it louder.
Perhaps.
So I will continue to write.
As I hope for my hope,
to raise it’s voice clear,
and bellow in my ear.
Poetry
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