Twenty-Four: Hope

(May you live, and live well...)

The sun rose, warmer 
today, than yesterday,  
than the day before. 
The wind feels cooler 
today, stronger, 
than yesterday, 
than the day before. 
Songs are all over 
today—the birds 
chirp, (how beautiful!) 
my heart sings! 
The leaves hiss, 
(oh, how smooth!) 
my heart sings! 
I feel happier, 
I feel alive 
in your arms, 
in your eyes, 
I see hope— 
oh, how you give 
me hope! I hope 
for more life, 
for more seconds, 
with you, with you. 
I feel wanted—  
you make me feel 
wanted; I feel 
worthy of love, 
of life, because 
you treasure me, 
you treasure me, 
you treasure me. 

Someday, I wake 
with tears, with 
a broken heart. 
Someday, (oh, this day!) 
I wake with troubled 
speech—I can only 
whimper, and swallow 
my bitter thoughts. 
Someday, someday, 
hope fails me— 
I hope less and lesser, 
until I lose all hope. 
My sights are blurry, 
partly because 
of the tears; the tears, 
they flow, they burn 
my broken heart. 
You listen to me, 
you break with me. 
We are children again, 
you and I— 
humble, vulnerable, 
honest, and kind. 
We have each other, 
you and I, 
you and I, 
you and I. 

I rise, some other day; 
some dark day, this day, 
some day, expected, 
but not anticipated 
Hope failed me— 
I hope less and lesser, 
until I lose all hope, 
and hope not. 
This day, before, 
I would celebrate. 
I would meet it 
with much gladness. 
It now tears me apart 
within; within, 
I break, I pour, 
I pour—how I pour! 
But you show up, 
expected and unexpected. 
Perhaps, the only hope 
that yet survived? 
Perhaps, perhaps. 
You hold my hand 
and walk with me— 
such boldness! 
Such elegance, 
such glamour, 
such majesty! 
I marvel, I smile, 
and you smile, 
and you tell me 
Everything will be okay. 
I believe you, 
I trust you. 
I feel safer, 
I feel safer— 
you make me feel, 
oh, so much more! 

Life has been pain, 
life has been a beauty, 
life has been in camouflage. 
Life will always bear surprises. 
I could keep count 
of my losses, 
of my pains, of my scars. 
I could keep count 
of all ills 
of the world, from the world— 
it will all be more weight 
to my heart, to my soul; 
it will all take more from me, 
and it will have been my choice. 
I could keep count 
of my blessings, 
speak gratitude 
for each and every one of them, 
and speak more blessings 
to all.  
I could let go, 
free my soul, free my heart 
and live, experience, 
love and accept life, 
accept challenges 
and disappointments, 
and take everything else 
one step 
after another, 
one step 
after another. 

For your dark days, 
I wish you hope, 
I wish you light. 
For your hard times, 
I wish you hope, 
I wish you strength. 
For your sadness, 
your pain, and sorrow, 
I wish you hope, 
I wish you healing. 
For your ugly past, 
for your blurry future, 
I wish you hope. 
Let go and live, 
Let go and live, 
live, live, live! – 
Only you know how. 
I wish you life, 
more breaths, 
more seconds 
to make the most of. 
May you live, 
may you live well. 

©benielangat, 2021. 

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I celebrated my birthday on the 7th of November weekend on the road, with someone I love.

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