HOPE!

In my Monotonous, Meticulous, Miserable and Mad life, you were a ray of Hope. Like a candle that melted into darkness, I was slowly being stripped out of all the joy in my life. The heat of the flame caused a caustic reaction to the wax that burned outside. I was melting way into oblivion of gloomy uncertainty. My portly mind waned into madness. I was nearing the apocalypse as every last shred of Hope got slowly stripped away.

In the midst of all the turmoil, you were the first ray of the morning sun, the heat of the spring after winter, the first drops of rain after a long summer and the first bloom after the brown autumn. You were my Hope!

Your light shined upon me with all its glory. The birds in my life adorned the skies again. The trees in my life coloured the grounds green and the white sad snow melted away into a bed of lush green grasses. The succulent scent of the flowers sprinkled the ground with winged butterflies. I was happy and pious as your rays of Hope touched my world in all its glory. I had a new lease on life. A life with meaning and it all hinged on Hope.

Hope! That is where it all went wrong. It all hinged on Hope. I was walking a tightrope that was made of glass. It crackled like the winter lake in the dawn of spring exposing the depths of a darker realm beneath me. The fall would be fatal and will slowly suckle the soul within me. That is where it went wrong.

The morning sun was subtle and innocent but as time wallowed down in its cunning path, I suffered. The wrath of hope and the fury of love unleashed upon me. The flame that burned was visible no more. Engulfed in a fury of heat and blaze, it was merely a speck. My subtle flame was no match for the ball of fire that gazed down from the sky. The very flame that gave life and heat, burning everything in its path. It showed no more mercy nor love. It was relentless.

I succumbed to the blaze slowly. What was left of me was nothing more than a trace of melted wax. You taught me that Hope is a weapon. It is a vile disease that slowly eats you from within. Destroying every ounce of soul that tries to liberate itself. A weapon that I failed to see. A weapon that eventually killed me.

I hope to understand Hope someday but it was not meant to be in this lifetime. My search for the flame of life continued into the vast seas of uncertainty but I dropped the anchor of Hope behind me. I take this voyage without the winds of Hope. The sailing was slow but it was nonetheless peaceful. The sailing was calm but it was nonetheless graceful. I know it isn’t the reality I Hoped but it’s the reality that has been bestowed upon me.