From the very pits of despair
Of aching delirium, internally pained
With no shining star in the sky
Empty of all hope

Comes a bird in flight
Fuzzy outline, with white wings spread
As it approaches the dark
To land nearby

A hand from the morass
Raises to grab it, squeeze out it's life
To crush it's essence
And feel content

While hope resurges anew
Pure goodness outflows, inspiring hope
Reawaking a brighter dawn
For a sunken soul


I don't know if the source will ever settle their eyes upon this. It was easier to hide from a world and hope it ignored the hermit. Whatever the reason for the person's entering my life, even if they are gone, it has had a real effect.

Despairing is easy. When surrounded by it, we smother so fully from the weight of it all. Yet there are the little signs, maybe omens, that things will not always be bleak. I don't know if it's foolish to gamble when the stakes seem unforgiveably high. But it's harder to simply ignore when something so kind comes near.

We all need a little inspiriation, a little bit of support and hints of love. We all need our own private little white dove to fly in with the olive branch that not only signifies peace.. but peace of mind.

To the world, I apologize for doubting that which can always happen.

Edit:
The post's title was "Hope" but was identical to a post by another user in a different forum, so it was changed up a bit.

A fine line it is, between despair and hope. But at times it feels like it's a fine line that's too infinitely wide to cross.

Or one that is walked like a thin, tight-wire... teetering one way, then the other... afraid to fall either way.

Even now, I wonder if the brightest reason for the hope has taken flight.

To the very depths I would plunge to rise up above it all.