That is all I can be, hopeful for redemption from whatever pain that has been caused, redemption for those still plagued by demons.
I do not know when your pain will cease, I do not know when he will return to you as the baby that was always yours.
I am hopeful that he will return, and that you will return with him, not to me, but to him and that he will be with wet wings for you to lick dry, to the hope that once made you whole, to the goodness deep inside of you like a taproot that still reaches out, I am hopeful for the sun and the hunger for radiation and so much heat; heat you wouldn't believe; heat that makes humans, human again.
I know that you will eventually be all right, I know this.
Do you know what? I've changed my mind.
Maybe hope is stupid, maybe hope is just something people use to get out of bed and not **** everyone, I will commit a homicide right now, with the gun of my tongue and say, "I am no longer hopeful, I am sure."