Hope is beyond my reach.
Just in front of my nail.
Maybe I can make it.
If I use a boat with a sail.It's so close,
Yet so far away.
Right over there,
Maybe I'll get there by May.Why so far away, you might ask.
For despair is the opposite of hope.
It's something unpleasant.
Something I can't cope.If I could just reach out,
And feel the wonder of hope.
What if I used a tool to pull me there?
Like perhaps...a rope?Hope is with me.
Why didn't I realize it before?
I went through trouble and pain,
And now I'm sore.------
Written on August 7...about a month ago
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