Hope Poem by Colin Burger

We cling to a desolate hope
A promise of a stronger being
It unknowingly guides our lives
Helping to make it through the day The hope, this shadowed idea
It blinds us from our potential
We grow restraints
Holding us to familiarities

Shrinking
We fall from limitless to trapped
Our possibilities wither to nothing
Weary of fighting the immanent

Slowly the hope to which we so dearly cling will smother us
Some may rebel, some may make the choice
But the hope has taken hold
Dragging us back to what we know Without any way of stepping forward