A bit of hope

             So simple will the view be once the tide is
gone. The emotional weight that is pressed just
overrides the day.

             A silent prayer to hold it all together. A
craving of distances to find one more day. Yet here
I choke on a sob.

             A cynical laugh finds me. Clinging to the
friction caused by friends. Tempting the mind to
lash out, bittered.

             Carefully I slink back under the cover.
Only to hope the day emerges better than the
early ranges of morning. Dare I allow sniffles
to dissuae me.

              Moving, moving I go. Laughing off the
morning chill and gently pressing my face to
the warming sunlight.

              No sorry, don't you dare infer with my
grace. Don't even place a trickle of shadow into
my life.

              Slowly the blocking of air finds an opening.
Working through the roughness, I do overcome.
Was there a meaning to the ground words?

              I don't care. I will not let the acidic
greeting incur lava inside me. I have given my
prayers to Jehovah and I cannot let anything
slip.

              So pardon me while I walk away. Pardon
the dust cloud spit in your face. Feel the same
as I did. Good day to you too.

             Felt the stabbing. Don't worry not one smile will
arrive in your doorway. The entry level of hope
fades as the necessity becomes more and more
gruff.

               Still I choke back the tears. Turning the
pale freckles to a red splotchy mess. Alas the
clear crystal waters turn into stormy grays. Oh so
soft are the whimpers as rain torments my
soul. Calming me to warm stillness.

              Refreshened I step into a frigid mode.
Classically refined. Indeed the posture blocks the
coldness and the strength is carried high.

               A sigh erupts and the expansion of lungs
conclude one more day of quietness. Indeed a
small feat I have overcome.

              Indescribable measures I have been.
Only to feel better, just for a few second. Yes I
am angry at you but I apologize. Always, as
annoying as it is and deflated I become that walk
from home to car is energizing.

             So dare the surprise be, I wait and I hope.