1.
Hope secretly
Invites the enemy,
Our intrusive thoughts,
To invade and berate;
The constant onslaught of imagination
Gives rise to futures our hearts crave.
Silly that we welcome openly
That which causes us pain.

2.
Hope, too, in it’s supposed omniscience
Does its best to shield us,
To offer us the much-needed embrace
And gentle whispers
Of friends and lovers-

It will get better,
It is going to be okay.

3.
When is it okay to trust
What hope has to tell us?
How can we see
Past the mirage it creates that
We so desperately give chase to?

Reason, although strong,
Cannot alone dissipate the heartache
That is born from Hope,
But Will, Concentration,
Acknowledgment,
Surely these help
Clean the mess that’s left behind
When we hope
For too much.