It is dreadful to once again fail, <br />to sink into the dark of hopelessness, <br />As if someone fired a canon into your heart, <br />As if you have lost your interior, <br />As if you were empty like a straw man, <br />And you are helplessly waiting for the first bolt <br />To burn you completely, <br />So you disappear in a moment, <br />Much faster than you came into this world. <br /> <br />In hopelessness, all traces disappear. There is no light, <br />Just a black hole <br />Into which all young hopes are sinking, <br />Like newborn dreams <br />in the vast expanses of dark nightmares. <br /> <br />How nice it is to get hope, <br />Not dead hope, <br />But rather living hope, the hope that your life is an open story too, <br />That love may enter into your life too, <br />That success is reality to you too, instead of only vivid imagination, <br />That you know the victor's path too, <br />That you can reach the finish line before your own death. <br /> <br />It is wonderful to dream again, <br />Not black dreams, <br />But rather wonderful vivid dreams, <br />That hope has a place to anchor, <br />And isn't about to set sail before you wake up.<br /><br />Walter William Safar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-532/
