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.
Copyright © Bryan Griffin | Year Posted 2014
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