Bent Hope
A Poem
Bent hope tired back pulling weight all in the name of pressure
Corrupted lens lost sight no exit all in the name of fear
Distorted life crashed dreams lucid sadness all in the name of grief
Hope is a tether to our future, but it’s tenuous because we can’t hold it That vision of what will be when right now streams in front of us and plays a highlight reel of our inadequacies
Bent hope is pulling us under but just as quickly as it does, it can pull us back up to the surface again as the bend comes back around
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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