The Other Side

it’s starting to get harder

to hold up hope,

it is heavier, faster

cascading through riverbeds

into water that will flow right through

to your bones, freezing

hope is so small now,

a least where it lives

it’s grown smaller

as the world grows so large

this new hope is paralyzing

unexpected and rogue

it is heavy, dangerous, lonely,

but we adapt, we are strangely resilient beings

each day is a new exercise

we are building up new muscles

that allow us to start holding it up again

our arms grow weak without others

so we are demanding hope this time

instead of waiting

this impossible to reach miracle

we want to share it

hope is love shared in communities

hope is slippery and impatient

love is hope shared with others

we may need to hold on tighter,

it’s starting to slip through our gaps

hope is life, impossible, but there

Because we are there –

The ocean we fought

So hard

To cross

To reach the other

Widening into a vast expanse

Of unwanted –

Unanticipated

Opportunity

We never knew was

There.

This time we

Refuse to

Sink into

The void –

Lifeless and longing

For more.

Anticipating the end,

As we are

Dragged by a current

We cannot withstand.

Hope is the

Life we chose

When we dove –

Blindly

With eyes wide open

Into this –

Whatever this maybe –

It is born of hope -

Harnessed by the

Wind.

And sealed by

A burning flame.

Hope -

Is our arms

Striking outwards

And our legs

Butterflying -

Into the wings

We will use

To fly.

Bound.

And.

Free.

At will.

At last