My Hope

I used to be hard and loud with hope

His MRI
Their marriage
Her illness
My mind
The pandemic
Histology
Climate
Money

I used to grasp
At a spar in a squall
But it crumbled in my grip

I used to howl
My throat raw with No
But nobody heard

I used to think
My hope held weight, influence
But look -
It was gossamer
It had no sway

Now, my hope is soft and still
And singular
I hope only for a heart that can hold
Whatever comes

Photo by Florian Klauer.

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