Can hope help me?
I am afraid to contemplate.
It spears forth a scary action.
I do not know if I want it.
It rescues me like a remedy.
I am grateful when it happens.
But I am wary of its mechanisms.
I am too ill to hope, properly.
Too broken in my thoughts.
And too paranoid when it would bring some peace.
It has to come from beyond, I console myself.
And pierce the scene of my distress.
Then I can rally with it's thrusts.
And accept being saved, periodically.
Drawing breath from a dark limbo.
Gasping for reality…... like a fish.
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