Hope

Not a poem, not a story, not really anything that I could have chosen as a type. Just a random piece that I sat down and wrote.

Every day shifts into the next, endless cycles of suns and moons that pass and move on to the next without stopping. It is a ceaseless cycle that we cannot end, an inevitable passing of seconds...minutes...years.

All of it whilst I sit here alone.

I often wonder if happiness is around the corner. If I wait just a little longer I will turn that bend and discover it there, wrapped in a bright colored paper and tied with a big bow. I hope. It is a word that I lose sight of too often. A word that loses meaning to me within the shifting sands of time. The ever cycling suns and moons.

Hope.

I stretch out my hand.

It is within my grasp.

But, as I reach my hand begins to wrinkle and decay. It deteriorates with years passed--years not truly lived. All the time gone to the wind as the cycle steals the life you wished for and gives you a cheap replica with "made in china" stamped on the back.

A life unfulfilled--wasted on the monotony of every day life. It is wasted on everything you don't want to do that is supposed to lead to what you do want to. And by the time you finally have that gift box in your grasp, your hands are as old and weathered as mine. So much so that unwrapping what you have longed for is impossible now. Your fingers ache with every attempt and you fall further into your depths of unrelenting sorrow.

Hope. It is dead.

Reviews

[brian mclaughlin]

my kind of topic, a cinquain for you

Hope
deep, unfettered
living, burning, everlasting
holding us together for tomorrow
today.

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you very much for the review, Brian! I hope that you enjoyed the piece, even though it was just a sort of rambling.
The cinquain goes very well with the poem, as it seems almost like an antithesis to the message within it. Thoroughly enjoyed this. ^__^

[brian mclaughlin]

there are two sides to every coin, if this condition didn't exist we would all be broke

[Joshua W. Harris]

Aye, I can definitely agree with you on that one! =]

[Lilly]

Oh I really love this
And I feel it's something I relate to too well (how sad haha)

Going through the motions of life without really living... hoping (there's that word) that something wonderful, happiness etc is just around the corner. Wouldn't it be great if it just presented itself to us with a big bow - we couldn't miss it then!

But it's not so simple. And often so much time is passed by the time it's in our hands - as you said.

"All the time gone to the wind as the cycle steals the life you wished for and gives you a cheap replica with "made in china" stamped on the back." - I thought it was a very clever and effective reference / use of words

And what an ending - so much pain and heartache in the last few lines...

Really great write. Loved it.

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you so very much Lilly! I really appreciate the in depth and very flattering review. I was uncertain whether or not I was even going to post this piece, but I am glad you could relate and enjoyed the write!! =]

[Lilly]

You're very welcome :)
Glad you decided to post it!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This hurts to read... I felt the hope welling inside my heart as I read this.. gravitating toward the sun and the moon, growing in anticipation of what is to come... and the pretty bow with it's pretty wrapping, only gave me more hope... yet in the end it was a painful affliction...:(

You took me on a downward spiral of emotions... Well written, Joshua!~xoxo~

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you very much Robbie. I always appreciate such words when they come from a wonderful writer, like yourself!