Hopelessly Hopeful
Out of control and “up in the air”,
but this air rests in the grip of gentle hands.
Beaten and weary,
trampled by unrelenting despair.
The sun is shining,
but shadows cloak the world.
Wounds of sadness sting,
nurtured by broken-hearted support.
Emptied by confusion.
Stabbed by questions.
Crippled by helplessness,
Barely enough strength for these tear-stained petitions.
Spirit charred by burning desire to understand.
In you, hopelessly hopeful.
Rendered mute,
the soul weeps silently,
prayers with no words,
whispered in your ear.
In you, I need not speak.
In you, I need not see.
In you, hopelessly hopeful.
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