lost my hope for a minute
she was hiding under my bed
maybe she heard some thunder
we both hated storms
but she came back
she crawled under my sheets
lying next to me she
said sorry for leaving
i said i missed her
and i really could have used her around
she held my hand
grazing my fingers softly
she promised it won't happen again
i sighed not really knowing the truth
but i took a deep breath and told her
i believe her
I view myself as an optimist, someone hopeful for the future. Though that is my "norm", I do have days where I'm down, concerned for my future, unsure if the decisions I'm making currently are the right ones. I wrote this poem to try and remind myself that everyone has those days of uncertainty, fear, doubt. But one must remain hopeful. I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. So to those who are having a rough time, have hope. Things get better. Things work out.