Hope is never lost.
Hope is willfully abandoned. It is cast aside in a last desperate attempt to free the soul of the relentless stiletto stabs of the unrealized unfulfilled, of continued disappointment from hopes dashed drowned destroyed. Once the soul is free from the burden of raising and nourishing hope it can find dark rest. No more hope no more pain no more time wasted dreaming.
Now the soul can peel the shimmering gossamer shiny blinders of maybe might be from its eyes and face the shocking stark reality of what truly is. No false hope to distort the real. What is, is. Face the facts suck it up life's a bitch.
Hope less.
This new unburdened hope less life seems easier, less painful. The relentless daily deaths from disappointed hopes are traded for a singular monolithic sadness of never will be. You are unpenetrateable. Desires light good free peace all repelled. Hope less you are self-embalmed into a dusty flakey hope less emotion less husk.
A soul can hibernate in a darkened hope less cocoon for years. All you know. Hope less.
Then one day, a single shocking drop of hope is deliberately desperately flung your way and in a flash moment where walls are down you allow it to penetrate because you just don't have the energy to resist. It hurts. It stings. It isn't what you're used to. It sings of maybe. Of life and yes and more. Hope full.
