The Weight of Hope
The banner of hope drapes across my shoulders,
once weightless, now a stone-bound chain.
Each step scrapes me thinner,
a slow retreat, grinding against the wall.
Hope was meant to lift me,
but it drags like wet cloth,
clings like hands that won’t let go,
tightens like a rope disguised as a lifeline.
I carry it because I must,
because without it, what else is there?
Yet with every breath, it steals more—
talking everything, taking everything.
I hold on, not out of faith,
but because I have forgotten
what it means to be weightless.
Copyright © Aarron Tuckett | Year Posted 2025
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