The Chaos Inside.

Seven Millimeters of Hope.

Hope has this habit of disappearing just when you feel it has come to stay. Hopelessness on the, other hand, absolutely loves you. It sticks around long enough for you to forget how life, before it's uninvited entry, was.

And yet, you'll always find things, situations, words and people who can give you that small booster shot of Hope that you need to get through the period of despair. It's just an interlude, yes, but it'll leave you with enough energy to get to the next interlude without losing yourself.

This was written in my interlude. I share it in the hope(no pun intended) that it'll make your interlude seem worthwhile.

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Seven Millimeters of Hope.

I've fought a thousand battles

Nine hundred and ninety nine with myself

I've had one battle with the rest of the world

None have I ever won

I've had a million complaints

All of them against the world

I've told three thousand lies

Three thousand of them to myself

I've felt alone and betrayed

Hurt and disgusted, lowly and deceitful

And three hundred other things

That have  vaporized four hundred... nay..

Three hundred and eighty five liters of happiness

From my eighteen years old soul

At this insignificant moment

In the life of our world

I feel seven millimeters of hope

Rising inside of me

I see that I've given up

On most of the world

On so many people

On a few dreams

I haven't given up on me

Or that remaining part of the world

Or those few people

Or those numerous dreams

In the shallow cauldron of my heart

I add the seven millimeters worth Hope

I see it's dark contents churn

I see the pain vaporize

It stinks

But look at the cauldron!

It's deeper now!

And it has happiness inside

It beholds smiles, and laughter

And the soft touch of innocent love

It's odorless. It's cautious

It's telling me to feel it, drink it

But never lose myself in it

So I'll reach out and drink it

'Cause living with the weight

Of a thousand defeats, a million complaints

Three thousand lies, hurt and betrayal

And three and four other things

Is, but, insignificant

Add seven millimeters of Hope

Feel your cauldron simmer

Feel your wings spread

And if you're me,

Then feel yourself add

Eighteen lives to your eighteen years.

                                                                                                                            -j.t.