hope eventually kills us
ends us
I am well aware of that
It intoxicates our senses
projecting an unlikely yet
almost perceptible reality to us
but I can not help but think that
there is something so pleasing in hope
that it is even cruel not grant us that bit of
temporary happiness
however the end may be
YOU ARE READING
In Order To Grow
Poetrybecoming something I've always deserved to be empowering my soul and my mind fighting for me