Shouldn’t we hope?

And what else is there but hope

Though hope doesn’t make us great or wise

It makes us weaker, inferior, susceptible to humanity

Hope transcends into faith

It is a deceitful agreement

making hopelessness bearable.

Yet, today I choose to hope.

I am opening more doors today

For I do not have strength enough to deny

I cannot choose reluctance over irrelevance

I cannot deny myself

I am too real, too abstract to escape

And thus I hope I can respect reality in it's entirety

I hope I can engage and confront

I hope I have Hope.

I choose to cry today

For in tears I see the hope of trust.

A hope that I can accept what is,

Universally inexistent, yet undeniably mine

This love and this gladness

This anxiety and this revulsion.

I hope my happiness betrays my disappointment

That my poetry never abandons my tears.

I choose to pray today

For in faith I see the hope of belief

A belief that I can be greater than my fears

That knowledge willn’t be accompanied by apathy

That worthiness willn’t be worshiped over tranquility

That prayer willn’t be born out of isolation, escapism

I hope faith becomes our spectacles and not our eyes

I hope life grants us all, Simplicity of hope

I have a choice today to make

A choice having no varying consequence
for my distinction lies not between hope and despair
but between beginnings,ends & exclamations
I choose my life over my existence
Existence is forgetfulness;it is stagnant,perforated,lacks virtue
Life is fluid,It is a miraculous engine of love
My hope is to become life,to become a mad poet's delight.