The Note

With high expectation and hope  

There was so much to say 
So I wrote a note
It had highlights of my life
And a few jokes
I waited patiently to listen and tell
Every delightful thing in life
That all is well
I poured a cup of coffee and sat
Excited to delve
But I was assailed and hit instead 
I didn’t know what I was doing
This tender heart bled
My smile fell onto the floor
Hope fled
Characterizations so far from the truth 
Delight became reason for war 
But I asked for a truce
Words were snares to hurt 
I gave no excuse
It is hard for a dreamer to comprehend 
love and kindness as destruction. 
I was losing my mind trying to mend
Reality forced itself on me
Yet dreams don’t end
I straightened my shoulders and arose
Hope was hiding under the couch
It wasn’t lost as I had supposed
But the note with so much delight
was disposed. 


 

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