Hope is dangerous.
It’s like longing for the evergreens
Looming gloriously overtop the banks of a wicked stream.
You stand across the rapids
Gazing at the growth on the other side
And can see the moment to wade through the river.
You dream, full of anticipation of feeling that dirt
Between your toes as you reach the shore and climb.
But hope is just a daydream
And there is nothing tangible in a moment
You can’t hold.
Today I have a fresh hope;
A hope I dare to let myself anticipate
Knowing if I jump too early
I’ll be swept up in these rapids
And that I’ll never touch the other side.
–Written by Sandy Heights