The sad truth about hope
That no one bothers to tell you
Is that she is fear’s mirrored sister;
A projection that has not happened yet,
An imagination of what may come
Tomorrow, or next week, or next year.
What may never come.
And I couldn’t tell you
Which of the two the evil twin is.
Fear can keep you small.
But hope can ruin you.
Hope will back you into a corner,
Will force you to
Withstand her smothering grasp.
She will let you believe
You have torn yourself free of her
Only to revisit at your weakest moments
To toy with your battered heart,
Like a cat will play with its prey
Long after it is dead.
That no one bothers to tell you
Is that she is fear’s mirrored sister;
A projection that has not happened yet,
An imagination of what may come
Tomorrow, or next week, or next year.
What may never come.
And I couldn’t tell you
Which of the two the evil twin is.
Fear can keep you small.
But hope can ruin you.
Hope will back you into a corner,
Will force you to
Withstand her smothering grasp.
She will let you believe
You have torn yourself free of her
Only to revisit at your weakest moments
To toy with your battered heart,
Like a cat will play with its prey
Long after it is dead.