Shouldn't we hope

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.