this hope

If I could, I would raise you to admire the strength of lonely.

There was a person I used to be.

Someone who loved with every pore exposed.

I found the shore of despair and, in it,

the island of overcoming.

If I could, I'd teach you the simplistic treasures

and that everything comes in its own time.

I wanted to race

but I could never remember where the finish point was.

All the lines blurred

so I ran faster.

The wall that built me

turned me into a pile of rubble.

My pace slowed 

and I realized something;

even in the cause of loneliness, 

there is a silent strength

that will hopefully one day pave the road

to a better truth.

It is this hope.