Hope is the air we breathe; once it is gone there is nothing left.

Reality, the sound of it is like pieces of glass shattering as they hit the floor.

And somehow in our grief

We lose sight of the thread that we are all clinging to.

Hope is trusting someone with my heart.

Reality, I know that sometimes things can only go one of two ways.

And somehow in my most desperate moments

I allowed my insanity to make my decision for me.

Hope is waking up each day expecting something better.

Reality, I didn’t like it, nor did I expect it to hit so hard.

And somehow there are times when it seems life isn’t worth living anymore

I become so overwhelmed by my pain.

Hope is trusting a mere stranger with my life.

Reality, I had to learn how to trust not just others, but myself.

And somehow this allowed me the opportunity to be taken to the brink and back again.

We are left with feelings we have never had before, almost impossible to comprehend.

Hope is looking into the mirror and seeing someone brand new.

Reality, life doesn’t always continue on as it did before.

And somehow I’ll have to learn to cope with the way this is.

Hope is breathing when I feared I might never be able to again.