January, she is born basked in the glow of hope for a new year
hope for an end in the bite of small frozen crystals
hope for a new beginning
February, she is loved and happy with the hope of a longlife
hope for an end to the slippery slush
hope for a long loved life
March, she is tripping on the coattails of her hopeful new baby brother
hopeful for love
hopeful for some attention
April, she is trying so so hard, hoping to be near as great as her baby brother
hoping to be wanted
hoping to be good enough
May, she is in shadow hoping to find the light in the dark
hoping to find love
hoping to hang on to hope
June, she is lost but still hoping to be found
hoping to have hope
hoping to stay strong
July, she is lost in the heat, in the neglect, hoping for something
hoping for anything
hoping desperately for change
August, she is cold and hopeless
hopeless enough to find solace in a razor
hopeless enough to find solace at the bottom of a bottle
September, she is colder dazed with hopeless fear
hopeless abandonment
hopeless love
October, she is growing weary of this hopeless world
hopeless people
hopeless love
November, she has grown colder and more weary, hopeless of her future
hopeless friends
hopeless, forgotten family
December she is colder than ice, hopeless of recovery
she is the hopeless generation
realizing the hopelessness of hope
