The Space Between Thought & Belief

I hate to think, that‐

love and happiness were just a dream‐

things I had once known,

now just memories of what used to be‐

a history, from which I've outgrown,

never to come again.

I dare not to let my hopes climb,

only to see them fall again.

Peace, and joy too...

just a dream‐

which I awoke from long ago‐

it is as if anything that is good,

is just too good to be true...

more stories to be sold,

from a different book, on a different page

fables which have become advanced in age.

What I am told,

is not anything I can truly believe in‐

unless,

the truth I see in front of me isn't actually...

maybe I'm asleep now...

but awake in this nightmare‐

Is this thread of thought a way out of such?...

or a looping rope that will have me turning behind again?

Dare I let my hopes climb?

Just to watch them come crashing down again?...

Or will I stand here...

frozen in time,

lost in my thoughts,

and stranded, in disbelief‐

In this space between thought and belief.

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