Swept Up

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

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