tiny green eyes see the sun for the first time – a cruel sun wanting to burn them back into the ground – wrestling with wispy clouds to get through and do its intended harm – while the tiny green […]
Poems about hope.
Hope: The treacherous feeling that bars us from making real change, or of realizing how bad things are. But how can we live without it when the world is as terrible as we make it?
Hope is something that sustains us – and indeed well beyond reason. It gives strength where such a things shouldn’t technically be found. But it also stalls progress and weakens people to true realizations of their problems. One needs to be in the present and feel the pain in order to make the changes necessary to improve one’s life. Hope can get in the way of that.