What I’m trying to say with this poem is that hope exists in different ways. We talk about having high hopes, and low hopes but what does that really mean?
If hopes are low, what is there to look forward to? If hopes are high, potentially there is something great on the horizon. Hope, intrinsically is not a statement of promise or achievement. It is a wishful word and one that keeps us dreaming. Whether those dreams feel reachable or impossible, can depend on which state of hope you are experiencing!
With that being said and pondered openly, I hope you all have a wonderful day!
Left.
Starting high,
the centre is a drop.
Right and up to expectation,
before falling
back again.
Hope.
I suppose,
is a pendulum.
Controlling time as it
swings left and
back to right.
Daybreak.
Until night
falls and when
12 hits 12 chimes call,
refreshed facing
new days.
Stop.
But it’s
Never stopping,
It re-begins, repeats again
gently sways my friends
I suppose
Night,
is dark.
And it’s easier to
reflect with low hopes
from a day that
felt hopeless.
Hope,
alternates but,
the alternative is
far worse for if we stick
to just high hopes,
nothing is
Right.