Hope

This is an old poem I wrote back

in the early 1980s.

 

 

 

 

Why don't

you be honest

tell me

what

you're

thinking,

instead of

humouring with

shallow words

of politeness

that don't

mean a thing,

 

I reach out

again and again,

dreams are like

shadows...mystical

reflections above

solid ground

I walk on,

but feel more

like falling

into honey,

feet sinking

feeling misleading,

 

condescending pat

on back left sensations

of ghosts in the night,

coming out of rain

tears washing

over me again,

 

you want my company

then throw me aside,

I want to be free

you held that key,

why not be honest

like you promised,

 

so here now I stand

with energy flowing,

million and one volts

entering my very soul,

helping me to be strong

in fight to carry on,

 

body grounded like

fresh bread rising,

lifted to higher place,

no longer in waiting

feelings out of date,

walking out door

not hard any more,

 

resolved to embrace

new loving place,

find warm caress...

light flowing breeze

putting mind at ease,

where there's no pain

standing proud again,

 

no more raging fear

just focus on dreams,

going it alone in a

place of my own, then

fall into another soul

get lost in embrace,

 

when finally far away

old memories go astray,

don't weep for me...in

new hope I'll just be.