hope

Every time I think of hope

It’s in the fair distance

Am able to see it, but I can’t quite grasp it

It is a scent that surrounds me,

Yet it is never strong enough to choke me

I feel its breeze like a buzzing fly

But I wish it was more of a butterfly

Beautiful in its nature, vibrant

Flapping its wings blissfully a continent away

Only to hit me like a tornado.

Sometimes I wonder

Is the problem really that I can’t reach it?

Or maybe it is just me,

Summoning the willpower of gods

To stretch a hand through tar and say

I can make it to the core of the earth

I can reach out and grab the gold

That I so richly deserve.