perhaps his heart could hold
a desire for tomorrow
as if the future were
more than not now
a veiled perpetual
pessimism of today
perhaps hope propelled
him toward a purpose
to provide reason
for all the troubled
moments of doubt
devouring him like crows
perhaps memory marred him
into a trust with the way
he wanted to believe
every option presented
as true as before
when his story was new
perhaps he can open enough
within himself for light
to dance away despair’s
weary plod and grumble
perhaps he will know
the joy about him
(April 23, 2014)
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