What’s wrong with Hope
Poor health, wealth
Decaying relationships,
Stuck in the mud
Of the societal mind.
Driven to hoping,
Wishing
Praying
Waiting.
Hoping for that brighter day
Bringing the better job,
The perfect mate
The greater joy, the best life.
For the more vulnerable
Addictions numb the pain,
The Isolation
Anger, resentments.
Hope, the ultimate excuse
For avoiding the only truth,
The present
The now.
We are so close, yet become so far
From each breath,
Each whisper of love
The unseen cradled embrace.
Conditioned to see
Only the picture of happiness
Made of material abundances,
Independence, successes and achievements
The list goes on and on.
But the essence of you
Remains hungry,
Starved.
The glitter dissolves,
Even becomes sickening
Lacking vibration
And vitality.
Hope not for a better tomorrow,
Hope for today
The light to ignite
Your flame, your fire,
The ultimate defense
To all that’s smothered
And shattered your being.
Don’t lose this battle
On this one, is built the war,
The war of life.
Be your own warrior, savior
Sit not and hope.
Stand, run if you have to
But done whither
In hopeless hope.
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