Here's To Hoping:
I was hoping I could write;
I was hoping I could take the words out one by one
that have been sleeping during the daytime;
I was hoping they would be awake in the wee hours
and the night is submerged in silence
and everyone has fallen into a slumber;
as you can see, the words have become difficult to pursue
and lay into a blank piece of paper;
I’ve left them asleep for far too long;
many days and many nights have passed
and now I can’t seem to figure out how to wake them;
I am in such a restless locus
without them to keep me company;
their deep slumber means no comfort to me;
for a while,
I had thought that it was alright
to enjoy other things;
to soirees and gossips, I heard through the grapevines
to looking at stars and dreaming about that moonlight
to idleness and foolishness
then I would tend to my words
as one would tend to its blooming garden
and lay them out carefully on a blank piece of paper
letting them bask in their rightful context
then things would be great once again
my passion would still thrive
nothing would change
but now, it seems I have left them for far too long
I have lost myself
and the words that have accompanied me;
the passion is now just a mere candle
melting and appearing to near its end
with no wax or oil to add to its flame;
I was hoping;
just merely hoping now;
something would ignite the sleeping words inside of me;
then I would feel like I am alive again.
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