Hope

Tiny thoughts amplified, echoing,

Creating cracks in my already broken spirit.

Visions of despair, reinforced by the paralyzed heart.

A tinge of hope deep within

Keeps a speck of desire.

Desire to be me again

A desire for a soul

To recognize

To see the storm within.

Looking through shattered pieces

With hope of finding something intact.

So many dreams,

So many goals,

So much potential…

Broken.

Somethings in life cannot be fixed but carried.

Excruciating pain..”you are strong” (people say)

Deep within I reply..but I’m alone.

There is a mountain , an ocean between

My goal, my dreams

Anger and resentment burning

With disappointment adding more fuel.

Walking in empty streets I am alone shattering dreams, goals

With time all things have their turn to change

Can you feel the pain? When will it end?

When did it begin?

I’m putting up a fight trying to survive

Pulling at my soul to prove I’m still alive.

Falling apart.

I’ve learned the ritual of acting happy and fine.

With a society and culture where emotions are not handled well.

“ooh do not weep..be positive”

Showing emotions are met with distain.

A culture of denial.

Let your tears come out..

The soul is thirsty..over flooded by emotions

Give yourself permission to have a moment..

A moment to cry,

A moment to sigh,

Have a moment to just BE.

Create a culture where all emotions are acceptable

Create a space where you can be human.

Create a moment to be true to youself.

To be YOU.

Olinka Peterson