Wield Your Hope

Hope distinguishes itself from now.
It is gazing at milestones
that keeps the rhythm constant.

Thud, Crack, rustle, shhh
Thud, Crack, rustle, shhh... kicking stones.

Hope is a hammer.
     It fractures skulls,
     it embeds nails.

Hope is a hammer.
     It cracks metal,
     it shapes what is forged.

It is the violence at the door to keep you inside.
It is the violence to bend the bars of your entrapment.

Find your hope,
a hope that builds and frees, 
know the reason behind it
and wield it. 

wield the hammer of your hope.

Written in the Autumn of 2015, about the violence of hope that can be for good or for bad.


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