I met hope
on an afternoon
when the wind blew the dust
higher
than my self-esteem.
Hope wore a veil,
bright enough
to rob half the world out
of the light
of today
Hope told me,
tomorrow is as beautiful
as the sky on a fortnight.
Hope told me, I'll be fine
sometime soon.
It said my graveyard of a heart
was the place where flowers would bloom
Maybe, the morning after tomorrow
Hope slowly,
slowly robbed me of my sight
of the things just before my eyes
in hopes of a beautiful tomorrow
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