Mira Hope: Poems

Mira Hope Jun 2015

I promised.
But is a promise still a promise,
if everyone knows it can't be kept?

I promised.

My Blood

Mira Hope Jun 2015

My Blood

My blood,
  It boils.
All sanity abandoned.
All peace forgot.
My blood,
  It boils.

What hope is there,
  Of finding the truth?

What's wrong?
My blood,
  It boils.

What chance have I,
  To find the problem?

What's wrong?
My blood,
  It boils.

What. What.
Why.
Who.
How?

All sanity abandoned.
All peace forgot.

What's wrong?

My blood,

  It boils.

Play by the Rules Unless you're Her.

Mira Hope Jun 2015

Play by the Rules Unless you're Her.

What will she say?
Not what I want.

It hurts but hey,

who sets the rules?

She does.

Sydney's Song

Mira Hope Jun 2015

Sydney's Song

Rain Rain
Go away.
Come again another day.

Rain Rain
Go away.
She's already having enough trouble today.

For beautiful Syd.

Was.

Mira Hope Jun 2015

Was.

There was a time when I loved the water.
Loved it's coolness
Loved it's freedom.

There was a time when I loved the moon.
Loved it's presence
Loved it's freedom.

There was a time when I loved the sky.
Loved it's vastness.
Loved it's freedom.

There was a time when I soared,

There was a time when nothing could stop me.

There was a time...

Was.

There was a time...

There was a time when I loved the night.
Loved it's secrets
But more it's freedom.

Never again.

There was a time when I loved the shadows.
Loved their protection
But more their freedom.

Never again.

There was a time when I loved you.
Loved your light
Loved your freedom.
But I never really was one to open my eyes.

Was.

What You Wanted

Mira Hope Jun 2015

What You Wanted

You want the truth?
                                   He doesn't love you.
You want the truth?
                                   He doesn't care.
You want the truth?
                                He never needed you.
You want the truth?

                   ... there's no one there.

Worth Every Drop of Blood

Mira Hope Jun 2015

Worth Every Drop of Blood

In my mind I see,
His eyes
Golden eyes.

And I hear a word,

Worthy.

In my mind I see,
His smile
Perfect smile.

And I hear that word,

Worthy.

I hear it in the whispers.
In each syllable of worship.
I hear it in the darkness.
In each tear as they
       fall
            still fall.

But it's there.
His voice.
Ever calling.

      Worthy, he says.
                    You are worthy,
                    My child.
      Worthy.

— The End —