Hope

Fear. A piece of anti-matter in the pit of your stomach whose crushing weight cannot be measured. No light enters in. Nothing can reach this cancer. Loneliness fills its mass. Despair is its essence. So tiny a particle that reaches the body, soul, and spirit consuming every bit of hope that we have. Worry. A gray green mass of oozing waste. It grows with each passing moment. It seeps into the uttermost parts of the being. With ropes of fear and despair clinging ever clinging. Until it chokes the life out of us. A sickness with no cure. An illness with no physician. Hope The light. The promise of something better. A new day. Better times ahead. An end to fear and worry. Peace. Rest. Relief. Relief An end to suffering. A new song. A friend returned from a long journey. Long days in the sunshine. Warmth to the soul. Peace to the mind. Eternal.