past three days it's been
speaking to me
everywhere i go everything i read
it's getting pretty clear
(i know, detective of the year
that this tiny little speck
of ground down
left in the ditch
where it landed last time
needs to be heeded.
needs to be fed.
seen and held onto and fostered and
this hope that it is around the corner
that if i
continue to move forward and continue to try
and new people and new places and new experiences
and challenges (all i might not always want to try),
that this hope will still be real.
not the death inside and the fake outside
but truly a flicker
in the dark.
holding out hope for me to walk towards the light
more inward and inward and deeper
i go and to find out
it isn't all muck
the trial and brutal same seeming result
as the other corners
that i couldn't see it yet.
because it was in the darkness
so is this light
so foster it.
because this hope sees you.
and it's holding on.