Pain and Hope

I’ve lost hope, yet tomorrow I know it will come on it’s own.

I’ll lose it once more in about a day or two, just to find it so the whole cycle can repeat.

Again.

I want to sever the string. Mutilate the yarn into billions of unrecognizable fibers.

But I think I’ve been looking at the wrong cloth.

Maybe it’s the string of pain instead.

Both strings give me life.

Pain and hope are both positive and negative. You can’t become a better person without pain. However, you can’t go on without hope.

And as badly as I want to cut my pain away, I know it will end up cutting me.

So I am my pain.

I am this hope.

I am these strings.

I can cope.