Curious by nature
drawn by hope
we push forward

spring ourselves
from mud-mired
traps of psychological

focus on a horizon
where sunrises
and sunsets
offer glimpses
of glory

optimist and pessimist
daring to believe
that the beckoning future
bears equal promise.

(Hopeful first appeared here May, 2108. Image my own.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

20 thoughts on “Hopeful”

  1. Your poem struck a chord. I tend to be conflicted between optimism and pessimism as well. (I love what you did with the image. I recognize that stretch of road from your photographs.)

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